- I like the way all Mulder's thoughts at the beginning of the fic are further addressed by Scully's thoughts at the end of the fic.
- I like that they have these unspoken arrangements, that Scully can sleep in Mulder's bed and pretend it's nothing so long as Mulder pretends he doesn't ever use the bed himself. And that Scully has been essentially hiding her collection of living essentials under his bathroom sink.
- I like the way this fic is a surprising combination of adorable and also kind of heartbreaking. They have this complicated network of lines they've drawn between each other, and they navigate them so well. They clearly have a lot of consideration for each other and whatever's between them (no matter how Scully felt about that impulsive New Years kiss) - but Mulder was clearly right when he said on New Years that they tend to over think things. I'd say they over think their personal relationship far more in this universe than in canon, even, which makes sense considering it's a relationship that's been complicated by years of co-dependant sex, as well as all the other crap that Mulder and Scully face. Watching them try so hard and put so much effort into not stepping a foot wrong is saddening. There’s a lot of hope in this fic, but there’s also so much pathos and wariness.
- I like Mulder's resentment of Scully's apartment. When you think about it, it's kind of his resentment of her inner critic - that rigid, ever appropriate part of Scully that won't stop "pushing her to measure up" to "all the things she thought she was supposed to be". He's basically resentful of the part of Scully she picks on herself with, which I think is sweet, but also kind of bizarre, in a very Mulderish way. After all, he has a lot of personal experience when it comes to self-castigation.
- I like the Mulderisms: "Horton Hears A Who," and the way he refers to their outward stability as "front ranks", and "We know what's in hot dogs, but we still eat them," and organic slime being worse than chemical slime because, "with chemical slime you know you're alone." Khyber's Mulder is a lot wittier than canon Mulder, but it still seems like Mulder’s kind of humor.
- I like this:
We're white gods, her beautiful and expensively shod, me tall and armed. Every time I make a smartass comment, Scully gives me a little backhand slap on the arm and takes a sip of her diet Coke. She grabs the popcorn once I've eaten the butter off the top, and we don't even think about whether there's any reason for her to go back to her place that night. We make love again, serious this time, in the dark, one of us on top but close, so close, coming close together.
Though I have little desire to read about them actually going on a 'normal date', I do love the fantasy of it, the painful, sweet longing for it. Not to mention Khyber's ability to describe a sex scene in a single sentence, so that it unfolds in parts to reveal a whole picture that is painfully poignant.
- I like the whole last part of the fic, where Scully finally starts to give us some real insight into what their relationship has been like all this time: "hot words and dares and darkness." This fic starts off seeming kind of coy and joking, but by the end it's plunged into very dark territory.
Why would it be fun this time? It's not fun, it's like... so many other things we've done. Like a clash of weapons, like suddenly going to war. Forgetting everything in the terrible intensity of the moment. Knowing that right or wrong, for better or for worse, there is nothing else like this.
At any rate, on the wedding day, if I recall correctly, I was in Africa.
This is kind of the crux of the issue, and I love it. It's something I feel should definitely have been addressed in canon, and I love KvsS7 for going there. Plus, they talk about what happened in FPS in a way that makes me almost think the episode wasn't rubbish.
- I love Scully's description -- "the vaguely terrified looks I'm afraid we give each other in the moments before impact." That really sets everything in place for me. It's tremendously sad, but also very sexy. It's a strange combination, and I don't know anybody who's better at achieving it than Khyber.
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Date: 2011-08-28 10:42 pm (UTC)- I like that they have these unspoken arrangements, that Scully can sleep in Mulder's bed and pretend it's nothing so long as Mulder pretends he doesn't ever use the bed himself. And that Scully has been essentially hiding her collection of living essentials under his bathroom sink.
- I like the way this fic is a surprising combination of adorable and also kind of heartbreaking. They have this complicated network of lines they've drawn between each other, and they navigate them so well. They clearly have a lot of consideration for each other and whatever's between them (no matter how Scully felt about that impulsive New Years kiss) - but Mulder was clearly right when he said on New Years that they tend to over think things. I'd say they over think their personal relationship far more in this universe than in canon, even, which makes sense considering it's a relationship that's been complicated by years of co-dependant sex, as well as all the other crap that Mulder and Scully face. Watching them try so hard and put so much effort into not stepping a foot wrong is saddening. There’s a lot of hope in this fic, but there’s also so much pathos and wariness.
- I like Mulder's resentment of Scully's apartment. When you think about it, it's kind of his resentment of her inner critic - that rigid, ever appropriate part of Scully that won't stop "pushing her to measure up" to "all the things she thought she was supposed to be". He's basically resentful of the part of Scully she picks on herself with, which I think is sweet, but also kind of bizarre, in a very Mulderish way. After all, he has a lot of personal experience when it comes to self-castigation.
- I like the Mulderisms: "Horton Hears A Who," and the way he refers to their outward stability as "front ranks", and "We know what's in hot dogs, but we still eat them," and organic slime being worse than chemical slime because, "with chemical slime you know you're alone." Khyber's Mulder is a lot wittier than canon Mulder, but it still seems like Mulder’s kind of humor.
- I like this:
We're white gods, her beautiful and expensively shod, me tall
and armed. Every time I make a smartass comment, Scully gives me a
little backhand slap on the arm and takes a sip of her diet Coke.
She grabs the popcorn once I've eaten the butter off the top, and
we don't even think about whether there's any reason for her to go
back to her place that night. We make love again, serious this
time, in the dark, one of us on top but close, so close, coming
close together.
Though I have little desire to read about them actually going on a 'normal date', I do love the fantasy of it, the painful, sweet longing for it. Not to mention Khyber's ability to describe a sex scene in a single sentence, so that it unfolds in parts to reveal a whole picture that is painfully poignant.
- I like the whole last part of the fic, where Scully finally starts to give us some real insight into what their relationship has been like all this time: "hot words and dares and darkness." This fic starts off seeming kind of coy and joking, but by the end it's plunged into very dark territory.
Why would it be fun this time? It's not fun, it's like... so many
other things we've done. Like a clash of weapons, like suddenly
going to war. Forgetting everything in the terrible intensity of
the moment. Knowing that right or wrong, for better or for worse,
there is nothing else like this.
At any rate, on the wedding day, if I recall correctly, I was in
Africa.
This is kind of the crux of the issue, and I love it. It's something I feel should definitely have been addressed in canon, and I love KvsS7 for going there. Plus, they talk about what happened in FPS in a way that makes me almost think the episode wasn't rubbish.
- I love Scully's description -- "the vaguely terrified looks I'm afraid we give each other in the moments before impact." That really sets everything in place for me. It's tremendously sad, but also very sexy. It's a strange combination, and I don't know anybody who's better at achieving it than Khyber.