I really love this story. Although internet trolls have conspired against me so that the last three times I've tried to post my comments they swallow it whole. Obviously this time around it's gonna post now that I decided to stop being so stubborn and write it on Notepad first!
My main comments about this fic was that I never thought of the Damon/Elena endgame until I read this. I know I want them to get together and imagine all the ways that they could in a believable way and then that's it. This fic forced me to see one of the most credible and angsty ways they could get together and stay together. Sooo thanks a tonne for that.
Fave bits: His implied why is received. Loud and static free. He keeps his hands out front and centre. Refuses to open the door this time. Whether for her preservation or his she can no longer tell... They were never the same thing, after all.
-- OMG YES, YES, YES!!! YOU!! THEM!! THIS!
He threads fingers through hers. A tight knit weave. Hauls her to her feet. And she can't for the life of her imagine what letting go might feel like as the black of the night meets the black of the highway ahead.
-- I love this image. THIS.... I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF. *stepping away from the CAPSLOCK* Seriously though! The angsty angstness of it all is more than I can bear because I love it so much. I love the aimless point to it all. I love the idea that it would actually be Elena who'll have to fight to keep him. I love the idea that they would continue to exist in their own little angsty world until Elena's old then dies (never to be turned). I don't think that Damon would really stay with her and love her if she was turned. He loves her humanity combined with her doppelgangerness, methinks.
Wow. All these thinky thoughts have been generated by your awesomeness. I love you so very much for writing this and sharing it with us. Going in the memories fo sho! xxDulce
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Date: 2011-01-13 09:37 am (UTC)My main comments about this fic was that I never thought of the Damon/Elena endgame until I read this. I know I want them to get together and imagine all the ways that they could in a believable way and then that's it. This fic forced me to see one of the most credible and angsty ways they could get together and stay together. Sooo thanks a tonne for that.
Fave bits:
His implied why is received. Loud and static free.
He keeps his hands out front and centre. Refuses to open the door this time. Whether for her preservation or his she can no longer tell...
They were never the same thing, after all.
-- OMG YES, YES, YES!!! YOU!! THEM!! THIS!
He threads fingers through hers. A tight knit weave. Hauls her to her feet.
And she can't for the life of her imagine what letting go might feel like as the black of the night meets the black of the highway ahead.
-- I love this image. THIS.... I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF. *stepping away from the CAPSLOCK* Seriously though! The angsty angstness of it all is more than I can bear because I love it so much. I love the aimless point to it all. I love the idea that it would actually be Elena who'll have to fight to keep him. I love the idea that they would continue to exist in their own little angsty world until Elena's old then dies (never to be turned). I don't think that Damon would really stay with her and love her if she was turned. He loves her humanity combined with her doppelgangerness, methinks.
Wow. All these thinky thoughts have been generated by your awesomeness. I love you so very much for writing this and sharing it with us. Going in the memories fo sho! xxDulce