I'm the world's most terrible human because I've been adding to and editing this comment forever and you deserved to see it a long time ago but again I'm terrible, so. I am so sorry.
But please LET ME LOVE AND FAWN ALL OVER THIS BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF ART, BECAUSE.
Your layout is absolutely stunning, I'm going to get that out there before I go any further. It's so clean and perfect and the header invokes that initial, mild prey reaction.
The entire summary inspired every fiber of my being to hurry up and open the first chapter and still does, I read this once every other day, minimum, especially It is manipulation, plain and simple. You got my attention, plain and simple, let me just tell you.
You are a goddess of description. There are teeth on Rei’s skin, sharp edges catching at the base of his neck. They barely break the surface, leaving beads of blood in their wake, and God, it stings, but he does not move. I got goosebumps and the urge to check over my shoulder during that entire dream sequence, but the beginning especially.
And the description of the correlation between Nagisa's actions to what Rei sees the beast acting on. It was a flawless transition between the two and a mix of feeling that just added that extra punch as if it needed it, but you know.
And their conversation about going out. Despite having such a terrible night, even though he may have snapped a bit, Rei thinks to soften things up. So precious.
Nagisa's finger hooked in the bracelet. So sweet.
The continued contrast of Rei being pulled around through such an every day task but constantly looking over his shoulder because it's not just a nightmare, but a very real threat had me afraid to breathe. As if breathing would cause him to encounter exactly the monster he's trying to avoid.
And then he does anyway. And my fists are clenching and unclenching in worry and anticipation and mild adrenaline all at once.
Kuroo leaves and yet I have this feeling of dread and fear still. The angry red of Kuroo’s eyes stays with Rei long after he leaves. ME TOO, REI. You are making me feel so much so deeply. I am so invested in this story.
Nagisa's concern is so painfully perfect. There he goes with the bracelet move again. My heart.
He’ll be okay soon. OKAY BUT I'M NOT SURE I WILL BE. But I love that about this story. It's absolute perfection.
But please LET ME LOVE AND FAWN ALL OVER THIS BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF ART, BECAUSE.
Your layout is absolutely stunning, I'm going to get that out there before I go any further. It's so clean and perfect and the header invokes that initial, mild prey reaction.
The entire summary inspired every fiber of my being to hurry up and open the first chapter and still does, I read this once every other day, minimum, especially It is manipulation, plain and simple. You got my attention, plain and simple, let me just tell you.
You are a goddess of description.
And the description of the correlation between Nagisa's actions to what Rei sees the beast acting on. It was a flawless transition between the two and a mix of feeling that just added that extra punch as if it needed it, but you know.
And their conversation about going out. Despite having such a terrible night, even though he may have snapped a bit, Rei thinks to soften things up. So precious.
Nagisa's finger hooked in the bracelet. So sweet.
The continued contrast of Rei being pulled around through such an every day task but constantly looking over his shoulder because it's not just a nightmare, but a very real threat had me afraid to breathe. As if breathing would cause him to encounter exactly the monster he's trying to avoid.
And then he does anyway. And my fists are clenching and unclenching in worry and anticipation and mild adrenaline all at once.
Kuroo leaves and yet I have this feeling of dread and fear still. The angry red of Kuroo’s eyes stays with Rei long after he leaves. ME TOO, REI. You are making me feel so much so deeply. I am so invested in this story.
Nagisa's concern is so painfully perfect. There he goes with the bracelet move again. My heart.
He’ll be okay soon. OKAY BUT I'M NOT SURE I WILL BE. But I love that about this story. It's absolute perfection.
You, my friend, are a true wordsmith.