nekare

*SQUEE!*

Zomg thank you so much. I, you. Just. Thank you. *no words* It's wonderful. Again, your characterization puts me to shame (“I—I think it’s time we stop dancing around each other,” Chase says, wide-eyed, and it comes out a bit shaky, something odd for strong-minded Chase. His face is red, be it from the cold or the proximity, Andrew doesn’t know), the way you manage to lay out a complete background and history in such little space, how the story is so well-rounded (Chase crowds him against the railing, and it digs into his back, leaving him dangling off the edge precariously, but he’s used to live like that anyway, so it doesn’t bother him, not really), your pretty words, pretty first lines, pretty title. ♥

*glomps*

We really need to share more of our original writing. :) I miss commenting on your stuff and discussing things with you.