Date: 2010-02-21 08:07 am (UTC)
I love this so much. There must be a million words for how beautiful this story is, and I don't think any of them would be able to accurately portray how much this fic made me feel.

He’s the kind of gentle that speaks of power held in check.
That is such a perfect kind of description of Tony... (and I love the almost lyrical style of your writing ♥)

He looks up from where he’s trying to juggle his food (he got a funnel cake, too, she notes), and his eyes meet hers. He tilts his head. She knows he’s trying to remember. She wonders what his collage looks like, his jumble of memories, if they’re as sharp as hers or if instead of images he hears sounds or smells scents or feels textures or tastes flavors.

She doesn’t even consider that she isn’t as familiar to him as he is to her.



like her soul reaching out to his every night, reminding her that she wasn’t really whole unless he was with her, reminding her that she still needed him and always, always would
Both of these passages just capture so perfectly what it is that makes me love this pairing so much, and you did it so beautifully... I wish I could say more, but you said it all. (and I'm adding this to my memories)
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