hello - i read this, followed you on twitter, and marked it to comment on after work.
work was... then terrible, but here i am, scraping my words together because this was a lovely window of vivid restfulness, as weird as that sounds, in a hectic day and an awful month. you have a real way with evoking sense-memories even in the most ungifted of us (i have total aphantasia, for one, and the repetition of vanilla's warmth made your description incredibly, personally accessible)! this reminds me a bit of fast-forward time-lapses of clouds billowing across the sky, sunrise and sunset and swollen moon and desiccated noon. it sweeps through exhaustion into tenderness with no stopping, a trust fall off a diving board into sleep, when you know that someone loves you enough to make it better. the underlying tension of akaashi's relationship with his job and with what is more or less fictional marginalisation is, besides being extremely relatable, a solid anchor that which gives the vividness of your crafted prose its linework and definition.
a good fic! i hope that i've made any sense, but i appreciate this, and have been pestering my modern-magic-loving sibling into reading it, when they have the time.
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