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  1. give Wed 01 Dec 2021 01:15AM UTC

    hi, vic. i am just a human standing here, facing your words—so ready to be obliterated. i'm seriously so ready. i am well aware you have a tendency to never disappoint, so the pressure's on!!!!! i think i'll speak on how every act stands with me, bc i love the way you chose to format this.

    Was he the only one seeing this? Was everyone else blind? How was he supposed to handle all of this by himself?

    you really are something else, vic. as soon as a saw that little line cutting off the act, i had to blink out of my daze. actually. the portion was all green and bright and dazzling—as things often are, when you're young—and you portrayed it perfectly. there is hajime, a seven-year-old with seven-year-old wonder, and tooru, the subject of it. tooru through hajime's eyes (and everyone else's) is so alive to him. when you described tooru's animated movements and personality, i really thought wow, he really is like that. he really is. because—he is. filled to the brim with life and curiosity, and soon, volleyball. onto the next!

    Tooru painted with his fingers and Hajime felt like a blissful canvas.

    i am left speechless single time. THE OCEAN METAPHORS? THE COLOR DESCRIPTIONS? I AM FLOOOOOOOORED. FLOORED! ON THE FLOOR. okay. uh. ok. first—i can really feel the effort you put into making everything about the culture accurate, and i think that's one of the most essential things to creating good pieces. and boy. boy are you GOOD. hajime is possibly the most hajime i've iver read him as. caring, strong, lovely. there is so much of tooru and there is so much of hajime and there is so much yet to become that my heart is inexplicably full. satisfied. i love you so bad... the way tooru has weaseled into every aspect of hajime's life in the span of seven years—there really wasn't any other option. hajime's heart reaching out for his tide is just so. man. tooru's own way of apologizing, his own language. hajime's careful note. tooru's blooming passion, like a wildfire. hajime's blooming love. i really have no words

    So he touches him, nudging him on his shoulder, and Tooru's scorching.

    hajime is so ready, willing to feel tooru's love. he gets so lost in tooru, like that. jesus, vic. you're playing with fire (see what i did there) aka my feelings... you are holding my heart with the way you write them. the way i can feel the way hajime feels through your prose—that bit of love-laced panic. tooru's love-laced gaze and blood that runs warm. i'm gonna cry

    Their perfect trust, carefully built over time, grew under Hajime's mouth and Tooru's palm.

    i have a knife in my hand right now. guess where it's pointing vic. take a wild guess. HE IS NEVER GOING TO LOOK AT HIS SETTER AGAIN? WHAT THE FUCK COMPELLED YOU TO WRITE THAT SENTENCE. WHY DID YOU WRITE THIS ACT SPECIFICALLY TO MAKE READERS CRY. THERE IS A HOLE IN MY HEART. POW. YOU BETTER DAB AWAY HIS TEARS. HE GAVE HIS ALL WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT. HE IS LOVED SO WHY DID YOU DO THAT! TOORU POINTED SO WHY WHOU YODO ATHT DO YOU NOT WANT TO CHERISH MY HEART THAT I HAVE OH SO CAREFULLY PLACED INYOUR PALMS. BITCH???????????????????????

    Tooru is eighteen years old when he breaks both their hearts.

    hm. im starting this right after i read the aforementioned quote because... vic... what are you talking about...

    what are you doing to me right now lol. you see this comment began as something so composed and great but you have taken my composure and smashed it into tiny little pieces amd proceeded to blow it away by flinging my composure dust into the grand fucking canyon like tooru just threw THAT at hajime while hands on neck hands on cheek you're gonna haunt me in MY dreams vic what the fuck hajime was looking at him TENDERLY was the message not conveyed im going to argentina i say mockingly why do you just want him to ursefl do you not want happiness for them .

    He hopes his touch makes a forever home under his skin.

    oh my god. i have a lot to say about this act. the strange feeling of detachment at the start from tooru's pov, but that nostalgic sort of sorrow that creeps up with every sentence. the way they both scream mentally clenched fists, because i think hajime knows tooru would stay, if hajime says it. but—they both know parting like that would do them no good, because their hearts have been drowning in it for so long. tooru and his mother's parting had something stuck up my throat. tooru touching, everywhere. hajime's doting words. their love languages, respectfully. it's kind of like a push to a door that's unlocked—but not stepping through. they've already made homes of each other—and here they are. parting, lips on skin. you really did that.

    if there is a place further from me i beg you not to go

    His love laughs.

    this was really interesting, actually. at first, when tooru mentions the was people in san juan express their love through touch, im not sure what i expected—you really are so skilled. it's more rue and yearning than awe and wonder. the pang of longing is so felt through your words, through tooru's insistence of hajime calling. through his doubt. it hurts to see him like that.

    Knives and forks clinking against ceramic plates, the sound of waiters and waitresses yelling orders to the kitchen staff, the worn down fans in the ceiling that used to be white but now are some kind of yellowish color, and insects flying right into the bright, flickering light-bulbs that look like they haven't been cleaned in years.

    it's like you wield imagery like a sword. the inevitable separation of two people who spent the majority of their lives with their bodies next to each other but now are miles and miles away. no one is really, really at fault—but as a reader, you feel the sorrow.

    They're big, intimidating, they have way too many hallways and stairs, it's too easy to get lost in them, and they're sad.

    you said it—they're sad until they're not. MAN this makes me so happy. the process of knowing, but relearning. ahhhhhhhhhhh. they never let go of each other. i can literally feel the love in my veins ho!!!!!!

    Have we been doing this for lifetimes?

    i know you wrote the fic, vic—but i think the pride i possess for it now is the equivalent of their love, seriously. this is something to take pride in. it's been such i along time since i've sat down and read something like this. i mean, i've been at it for hours. kept you on your toes, not on purpose, i swear. in the amount of time i took to read if you say it with your hands i probably could've read something double it's size and maybe say wow, that was good. but i didn't. this'll probably be the fic i recommend first to anyone who asks, and hope they read it with as much reverence as i have (they could never). this is a story that will make a reader cry and laugh and root for them, because who wouldn't.

    you took your hand and gave us your own pieces of hajime & tooru, it i promise it was time well spent. your metaphors and similes and your mind—thank you for letting my look into it, even for a little bit. i read every single word over three times so i wouldn't miss anything. i know i said so much what-not before this, but i trust you. my heart's come back ten times bigger. there was so much tooru and so much hajime i felt like i was being handed gifts left and right. it's perfect. you're insane. you've outdone yourself.

    —someone who was definitely not ready to be obliterated

    ♡

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    1. blossomingprime Thu 16 Dec 2021 11:34PM UTC

      my dearest nazifa, im sorry i took so long to properly reply to this. i think i know this comment by heart now, i could recite it with my eyes closed. im never going to be able to put in words how this makes me feel, ive tried it when you commented it and im still at a loss for words, so im sorry if this barely conveys what i feel. ive said it before, but there's no one that understands and appreciates art quite like you do, its a pleasure and a privilege to have you read my fics, and look at my art. i truly feel blessed. you're one of a kind, i hope you realize, beautiful inside and out. you're still so young and i can't wait to see what you have in store, my insanely talented and gifted friend. love you, naz!

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