I turn away again, looking for the soap. “Giving you a bath.” Then I remember that he’s freezing and I kneel to take off his drenched shoes.
That just hit me in the gut, for some reason. Such a reverential and penitent image, combined with all the dense and loaded references to saving and saviours and need. Just endless, yearning, need. To be honest, I'm a little heartbroken and quieted by this fic.
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Date: 2007-12-15 03:08 pm (UTC)That just hit me in the gut, for some reason. Such a reverential and penitent image, combined with all the dense and loaded references to saving and saviours and need. Just endless, yearning, need. To be honest, I'm a little heartbroken and quieted by this fic.