You know what? Sometimes you just write fic so glorious that I simply have no words to describe how much enjoyment I got out of it.
*blushes bright red* Thank you.
I try, really, but all I can do is sit in a contented pile of melted goo and gush happily and inwardly that I was lucky enough to have someone so talented on my flist, that I was able to read it. Now would be one of those times.
I dunno, having read the rest of your comment, I think you got pretty freaking eloquent, and I'm over here in this squeeful, flailing ball, that you think so. I just... *blushes some more*
I just love this. I love - know what I love most? The unexplainable themness.
They're very loud in my head.
And I compliment you on that a lot, because you deserve it, but here it was extra special because it wasn't just that you got Dick and Roy right - it was that you got Dick and Roy at that specific time in their life right.
I'll admit that parts got rewritten a few times, until they sounded like themselves then, and thank you so much.
That New Teen Titans Era Them where Dick was sane/warm/loving/open yet still heading on THAT PATH that would take him to the bad place, even if none of them could see it yet. . . and Roy had no reason except that tingling in the back of his head to ever believe this man would let him down. *sighs.*
*sighs really a lot, right with you*
Which is a good thing. It felt exactly like opening up one of those old Wolfman/Perez comics - except with the added bonus of smut. And that really is the highest compliment I can give it. Because that's the reason I care enough to read them in any medium, including the one that focuses so much on their sex lives. *G*
*turns red again, dipping her head* I... wow. Just... wow. Thank you so much. I try. Also, *G* We do have fun with the smut, don't we?
It just makes me want to hug them so tightly, the way you've characterized them, and beg them not to . . .yeah. You already know the rest.
Oh yes. I very much know the rest. And I want to join right in.
Oh, yeah, the foodkink was nice too.
*beams* Thanks. I needed to write one of those anyway.
*grins at happy, fun Dick.*
He's such a sweet little boy.
A blushing Roy is a rare Roy, and one I approve of immensenly.
He is a very rare Roy, but this is also a maybe twenty-year-old Roy walking into a sex shop more years ago than DC wants to admit to.
This paragaraph still makes me say "Aw." There were several others that tugged at me, though in a way that this one grabbed you.
It is aww-worthy, I admit, but yeah... it made me go owwie.
This broke something rather hard - just the image of . . yeah. Broken. In all the good ways.
Of Roy writing protection spells on his lover in chocolate? Yeah. He broke something in my head right there, too.
And that melted everything generally resembling a bone in my body. Mmmm.
*scoops up goo-pervy carefully and lays you on a couch to recover* Thank you. Dick can't help reacting to Roy any more than the reverse is possible.
And THAT is the line that hurt. Hard. *sniffles for BOTH their future selves.* Oh, Dick. Roy. *hates DevinandJudd so very effing hard.*
*gives tissues* Oh. I didn't even think, Roy just wanted to settle him down, but yeah, I can see where that would have been a kick in the gut... *joins right in*
*snuggles him and relishes the Graysonness of it all.*
Roy says he'll be going back to snuggling Dick promptly and to get out of his way.
*snicker.* Also, YUM.
Remind me to catch you in IM about that snicker, but yes, very much with the yum. Having a young-Nightwing muse yelling "now, Right Now," in my head was... well. Yummy.
Aww. What a lovely way to end it. What a perfectly Dick/Roy way to end them.
Thank you so much! *beams, some more* They were sated and in a mood to cuddle and Dick said he'd had too long a day to go another round.
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*blushes bright red* Thank you.
I try, really, but all I can do is sit in a contented pile of melted goo and gush happily and inwardly that I was lucky enough to have someone so talented on my flist, that I was able to read it.
Now would be one of those times.
I dunno, having read the rest of your comment, I think you got pretty freaking eloquent, and I'm over here in this squeeful, flailing ball, that you think so. I just... *blushes some more*
I just love this. I love - know what I love most? The unexplainable themness.
They're very loud in my head.
And I compliment you on that a lot, because you deserve it, but here it was extra special because it wasn't just that you got Dick and Roy right - it was that you got Dick and Roy at that specific time in their life right.
I'll admit that parts got rewritten a few times, until they sounded like themselves then, and thank you so much.
That New Teen Titans Era Them where Dick was sane/warm/loving/open yet still heading on THAT PATH that would take him to the bad place, even if none of them could see it yet. . . and Roy had no reason except that tingling in the back of his head to ever believe this man would let him down.
*sighs.*
*sighs really a lot, right with you*
Which is a good thing. It felt exactly like opening up one of those old Wolfman/Perez comics - except with the added bonus of smut. And that really is the highest compliment I can give it. Because that's the reason I care enough to read them in any medium, including the one that focuses so much on their sex lives. *G*
*turns red again, dipping her head* I... wow. Just... wow. Thank you so much. I try. Also, *G* We do have fun with the smut, don't we?
It just makes me want to hug them so tightly, the way you've characterized them, and beg them not to . . .yeah. You already know the rest.
Oh yes. I very much know the rest. And I want to join right in.
Oh, yeah, the foodkink was nice too.
*beams* Thanks. I needed to write one of those anyway.
*grins at happy, fun Dick.*
He's such a sweet little boy.
A blushing Roy is a rare Roy, and one I approve of immensenly.
He is a very rare Roy, but this is also a maybe twenty-year-old Roy walking into a sex shop more years ago than DC wants to admit to.
This paragaraph still makes me say "Aw." There were several others that tugged at me, though in a way that this one grabbed you.
It is aww-worthy, I admit, but yeah... it made me go owwie.
This broke something rather hard - just the image of . . yeah. Broken. In all the good ways.
Of Roy writing protection spells on his lover in chocolate? Yeah. He broke something in my head right there, too.
And that melted everything generally resembling a bone in my body. Mmmm.
*scoops up goo-pervy carefully and lays you on a couch to recover* Thank you. Dick can't help reacting to Roy any more than the reverse is possible.
And THAT is the line that hurt. Hard. *sniffles for BOTH their future selves.* Oh, Dick. Roy. *hates DevinandJudd so very effing hard.*
*gives tissues* Oh. I didn't even think, Roy just wanted to settle him down, but yeah, I can see where that would have been a kick in the gut... *joins right in*
*snuggles him and relishes the Graysonness of it all.*
Roy says he'll be going back to snuggling Dick promptly and to get out of his way.
*snicker.* Also, YUM.
Remind me to catch you in IM about that snicker, but yes, very much with the yum. Having a young-Nightwing muse yelling "now, Right Now," in my head was... well. Yummy.
Aww. What a lovely way to end it. What a perfectly Dick/Roy way to end them.
Thank you so much! *beams, some more* They were sated and in a mood to cuddle and Dick said he'd had too long a day to go another round.
I LOVED THIS STORY. Madly.
I'm so glad!! *still so very happy about that.*