More than two months later and I'm so happy to have been dragged into this fic and to your journal. :)
So, I've been rereading this and the following really struck me this time around:
If someone were to take their picture right at that moment, Xander imagined it wouldn't look that way, Oz with his face scrunched up from hurt, Xander leaning toward him, muscles taut. But the camera would miss the truth, the tenderness he was feeling, his desire to make both Oz and Paddy better. It was strange, to suddenly be thinking beyond himself again.
I just love this. It seems so evocative to me of the fic as a whole. The first impression of the two of them vs. what is really going on. And the idea of tenderness -- so dead on. Your Xander here is so caring and kind even when he's upset and just wants to walk away. I really like the idea that looks can be deceiving. I think it's fitting to both of them as individuals and definitely to the two of them together.
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So, I've been rereading this and the following really struck me this time around:
If someone were to take their picture right at that moment, Xander imagined it wouldn't look that way, Oz with his face scrunched up from hurt, Xander leaning toward him, muscles taut. But the camera would miss the truth, the tenderness he was feeling, his desire to make both Oz and Paddy better. It was strange, to suddenly be thinking beyond himself again.
I just love this. It seems so evocative to me of the fic as a whole. The first impression of the two of them vs. what is really going on. And the idea of tenderness -- so dead on. Your Xander here is so caring and kind even when he's upset and just wants to walk away. I really like the idea that looks can be deceiving. I think it's fitting to both of them as individuals and definitely to the two of them together.