I-- oh sweet God, it's EVEN BETTER THAN I EVER IMAGINED! I agree with Emma: it's fabulous and mind-blowing how you have made everything MAKE SENSE again! It's like you are the universe's logic machine! oh my God oh my God. And I LOVE the special project eyai so much... I would write a separate story just with her and lots of lesbian robot sex if I had the time! ahhh!
I do wish there had been a bit more Steph because all the other ladies are-- although awesome-- also to greater or lesser extents mother figures, so it was nice when she was around for balance. I also just enormously like Steph.
Ummm, LINES:
here where the sky's colour is a mystery to be guessed at
a blond, overbred way that makes Tee's knuckles itch
The girl -- Agatha -- manages not to look as though she's been slapped, but it's a close call, Tee can tell. Her chin magically locates a new angle even more prissy than the last; her voice, icy, follows its lead. "That would certainly present a considerable problem," she says, "as we have already left word to the effect that we will not be returning there."
tries to look earnest; he hasn't the face for it
We wish to make a stand against the terrible polarisation of wealth and the social inequality that defines our country in such an unfortunate way!
I actually love every single word of the twins' introduction, so please take that for granted. RESUMING:
Some kind of fucking twin thing. Tee tries him out as a general beta for all of an hour before grabbing the tablet out of his hands
It's a stretch of even Tee's considerable imagination to picture Dom cheering in the midst of a crowd of rowdy tube footy fans,
A STRETCH OF MINE AS WELL. omg!!!
this particular one's a fucking pile of iron slag, no mistake there: the whole damn network of the Pipe and the Tube screaming in his skull, grit centrifuged out to every cranny of his mouth.
Tee felt as though he could strike her with a hammer and she would toll out the hour like any other London bell, soundwaves travelling through whatever medium makes up an empty state of being -- the loneliness had a force of its own, a dull antigravity that pushed Tee out of her bed as soon as she was sleeping, pushed him as far as his own office and its worn, comforting couch.
"One would hardly feel a need for such revenge against someone whose only crime was to die," Pru objects./"No?" says Marie.
Tee can’t imagine his sister having anything to do with babies; can't even imagine her forming opinions about the maternal potential of others.
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I do wish there had been a bit more Steph because all the other ladies are-- although awesome-- also to greater or lesser extents mother figures, so it was nice when she was around for balance. I also just enormously like Steph.
Ummm, LINES:
here where the sky's colour is a mystery to be guessed at
a blond, overbred way that makes Tee's knuckles itch
The girl -- Agatha -- manages not to look as though she's been slapped, but it's a close call, Tee can tell. Her chin magically locates a new angle even more prissy than the last; her voice, icy, follows its lead. "That would certainly present a considerable problem," she says, "as we have already left word to the effect that we will not be returning there."
tries to look earnest; he hasn't the face for it
We wish to make a stand against the terrible polarisation of wealth and the social inequality that defines our country in such an unfortunate way!
I actually love every single word of the twins' introduction, so please take that for granted. RESUMING:
Some kind of fucking twin thing. Tee tries him out as a general beta for all of an hour before grabbing the tablet out of his hands
It's a stretch of even Tee's considerable imagination to picture Dom cheering in the midst of a crowd of rowdy tube footy fans,
A STRETCH OF MINE AS WELL. omg!!!
this particular one's a fucking pile of iron slag, no mistake there: the whole damn network of the Pipe and the Tube screaming in his skull, grit centrifuged out to every cranny of his mouth.
Tee felt as though he could strike her with a hammer and she would toll out the hour like any other London bell, soundwaves travelling through whatever medium makes up an empty state of being -- the loneliness had a force of its own, a dull antigravity that pushed Tee out of her bed as soon as she was sleeping, pushed him as far as his own office and its worn, comforting couch.
"One would hardly feel a need for such revenge against someone whose only crime was to die," Pru objects./"No?" says Marie.
Tee can’t imagine his sister having anything to do with babies; can't even imagine her forming opinions about the maternal potential of others.