This is a very good, thought-provoking story, and I loved the lean, graceful style which is really its own kind of poetry. But while I liked it, I found it confusing in ways which might be resolved were I to read the entire series. Which I haven't.
The M & S relationship is tentative, all right, but I also found it--what?--passive aggressive, maybe? There must be a psychological term for it; there is for everything else. One of my personal irritants in fic is when the agents, without much explanation, get into bed together and don't have sex! It's not that I'm a smut hound, not really, but it just seems terribly awkward and adolescent. The only writer I can think of who got away with it was Tesla in This House Is burning, but the comfort snuggle doesn't work for me here. I think the only time such a situation might seem appropriate is after the two agents have had sex repeatedly and maybe the world is coming to an end the next day.
Come to think of it, they DID have sex in This House Is Burning. And the resultant confusion was very--sexy.
Also, Mulder asking Scully whether she could live in his father's house. What the hell? As she appropriately responds, "Is this a proposal?" I mean, what else could it be? He wants her opinion on domestic architecture? These may seem superficial questions, but the weirdness is disquieting.
Lest I seem to carp, I do think the little glimpses of Mulder's past growing pains are insightful, and the social interactions realistic. Yes, a dark, brooding, emotionally damaged Fox who resembles a young David Duchovny would indeed be a chick magnet. And the best thing is that he just needs the company and doesn't seem aware of the hormone charge. DD knew it though, so his performance put the sly in FBI.
When I get the time I'll read the whole thing. Crepuscule, huh? Oo, French talk.
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The M & S relationship is tentative, all right, but I also found it--what?--passive aggressive, maybe? There must be a psychological term for it; there is for everything else. One of my personal irritants in fic is when the agents, without much explanation, get into bed together and don't have sex! It's not that I'm a smut hound, not really, but it just seems terribly awkward and adolescent. The only writer I can think of who got away with it was Tesla in This House Is burning, but the comfort snuggle doesn't work for me here. I think the only time such a situation might seem appropriate is after the two agents have had sex repeatedly and maybe the world is coming to an end the next day.
Come to think of it, they DID have sex in This House Is Burning. And the resultant confusion was very--sexy.
Also, Mulder asking Scully whether she could live in his father's house. What the hell? As she appropriately responds, "Is this a proposal?" I mean, what else could it be? He wants her opinion on domestic architecture? These may seem superficial questions, but the weirdness is disquieting.
Lest I seem to carp, I do think the little glimpses of Mulder's past growing pains are insightful, and the social interactions realistic. Yes, a dark, brooding, emotionally damaged Fox who resembles a young David Duchovny would indeed be a chick magnet. And the best thing is that he just needs the company and doesn't seem aware of the hormone charge. DD knew it though, so his performance put the sly in FBI.
When I get the time I'll read the whole thing. Crepuscule, huh? Oo, French talk.