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UPD. ОК. так. по-английски, чтобы потом удобнее было ей написать

Air to Air by ArsenicSands
www.arsenicsands.com/fic_air_to_air.html

Это восхитительнопотрясающеневероятноумопомрачительноааааа.

Isn't this kind of... strange, that with all my love for English language I can't find the right words for this... really, piece of art? While I can find the right words in Russian. English's amazing, awesome, brilliant, lovely-- they are all so cold, so... distant. I don't know.

But here we are. And this is a piece of art. I'm saying this literally and not figuratively: my heart really did flatter. By gosh, I chewed on my lips and frowned, and-- Eh. This is amazing, I don't think I've read something really like this: it's so THEM, it's also, for me, really... manly.

This is the fic, no, THE FIC that should be shown to people that K/S is boring because all is in (the?) canon; this should be shown to people who say that they don't have an interesting relationship dynamism. To people who find it too sentimental and to people who find it just not worth it.

Because here they are, facades crumbling, faces showing: to quote the song I'm currently listening to - all we are. And the dialogue - oh, the dialogue! <3 It's so real, so bitter, so very not-fluffy and not-romantic. I love how they don't know what to with themselves.

"No. It most surely matters, if you are saying it."

Kirk shot him a glance that hovered between frustrated and amused. "Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Assume that all the garbage coming out of my mouth is worth listening to."

And this is the most believable portrayal of Jim I've ever read. Really. People ask, times and times again: how to write people like Kirk, so determined, so sensual, so not-inclined to pout/cry/what-else, who just go and take, usually. (Well, I don't really mean it like that. Kirk certainly goes and takes, he just... he, of course, asks and so on, it's just... Well, he's not reflective or contemplative type. You know, what Spock is.) And the toughest part is to write people like this when they are, well, broken, when they grieve, when they are down. But here it's captured perfectly. Ideally. Nothing else to add.

There is also Spock who I happen to think was nailed down (is this the right expression?) amazingly well. Just... also nothing else to say, really. He is lost, he is not who he once was. That's what I too think of him in this period of time.

Jim, if I told you that you were a foolish, emotional, inferior human, would you yet believe me when I say that you are my last hope; that by choice, I seek you for no reason other than this?

There are all the problems I see with Kirk and Spock post-fal-tor-pan; problems from both their sides. And how the sex is so very much not loving, but at the same moment is sincere. And how after the meld. Oh.
I also have, um, kind of a kink for kisses on some face parts - other than lips. Eyes, brows, temple and, right, personal favorite - cheekbones. So. Yay? ))
And the last sentence. As always, so right.

It seemed as though the captain were putting the pieces of himself back together, synthesizing his facade, smoothing the edges where cracks had shown through. So that by time he finished standing up, Kirk might be an entirely different person. The pieces drifting down, clicking into place...

"Wait," Spock said firmly.

Kirk looked down at him, and the mosaic scattered.

Oh. Just - oh.

Just go and read it, for god's sake.


Блин, если кому-то интересно, как правдоподобно написать страдания Наполеона, оставив его сенсориком, причем черным? )))))) Пожалуйста. )))))) Ссылка выше. ))))))))