"I'll come back," he whispers, and his warm breath is the only thing that holds back the feeling that David's falling into a night from which there's no escape.
THIS PART MADE ME SO SAD FOR ARCHIE :'(
If there's songwriting to be done this'll be the time he does it, often late into the night, and David has spent too many nights falling asleep to the sound of the Star making music, faint and thrilling and wonderful on the ether, as if the Star's been curled up in David's bed and singing his star-songs right into David's ear.
When that happens, David wakes with wetness on his face, with his body aching.
OH OH OH. OH MY GOSHHH.
I am in awe at your ability to create a whole world like this in a few thousand words. And the contrast between Archie's life when Cook is there versus what it's like when he's gone is so amazingly well done, I can't even. The little details and the day-to-day monotony and the emptiness and just ladjfalksdfjaoi;wjfa;lskjf.
I COULD GO ON. But I fear this is tl;dr already, so. Basically, this is one of my favorite Cookleta fics ever. You are incredible. ♥♥
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Date: 2010-02-02 02:24 am (UTC)"I'll come back," he whispers, and his warm breath is the only thing that holds back the feeling that David's falling into a night from which there's no escape.
THIS PART MADE ME SO SAD FOR ARCHIE :'(
If there's songwriting to be done this'll be the time he does it, often late into the night, and David has spent too many nights falling asleep to the sound of the Star making music, faint and thrilling and wonderful on the ether, as if the Star's been curled up in David's bed and singing his star-songs right into David's ear.
When that happens, David wakes with wetness on his face, with his body aching.
OH OH OH. OH MY GOSHHH.
I am in awe at your ability to create a whole world like this in a few thousand words. And the contrast between Archie's life when Cook is there versus what it's like when he's gone is so amazingly well done, I can't even. The little details and the day-to-day monotony and the emptiness and just ladjfalksdfjaoi;wjfa;lskjf.
I COULD GO ON. But I fear this is tl;dr already, so. Basically, this is one of my favorite Cookleta fics ever. You are incredible. ♥♥