who needs love when there's southern comfort.

[behindthec]

i find it interesting, retroactively, that in chapter 7 when ryan says "pianissimo" sounds like it would mean "i love you" or "i trust you"... that's not just colin searching for a way to make the scene meaningful. (...i suppose it was, at the time, but that's neither here nor there.) i realize that the reason i even thought of that is because italian (all musical terms are italian) comes from latin, and in latin, the first-person present tense verb almost always ends in "o". for instance, "ambulo" means "i walk." if ryan knew anything about latin (which he does in pccf canon, because, HOT), his mind would automatically (or subconsciously, like mine) make that association, that "pianissimo" sounds like it means, "i [something]." like, perhaps, "i trust."

that flashback just earned so many cool points for me. XD

redorchids and i are working hard to bring you chapter 8. she signed on for another sex scene, a really angsty one, and it's kind of breathtaking. (she stole a snippet from pwf as a dream sequence, so when you see it, don't think Colin's Ego OMG, 'cause it wasn't my idea. ;) i do love how it weaves into the scene, though.) we are also working on a pccf "director's cut" filled with random snippets/AU scenes she's written for the fic, and also a VIDEO, more like a trailer for the fic, which will come after it's finished. so, so fucking excited for that. she made this one for her bbb (peterick/CSI AU) and it's awesome.

here, have a teaser. this one's hers, and just, ngh.

They lie there, breathing together, hiding from the world while their bodies cool and the sounds from outside start to filter back in through the open window. Brendon figures he should pull out, roll away, be angry with Ryan for pushing him into this or with himself for nodding along—cry, yell—something; anything other than just curling himself tighter around the body next to him and burying his face against the dark hair. It doesn't make sense for him to cling to Ryan—not when it's Ryan that's making him break—but thinking of letting go is worse, so Brendon clings. His body starts to shake, so he squeezes harder, the emotional equivalent of trying to swim in quicksand and probably just as futile, but it's what he's got, so he'll take it. And when he closes his eyes and breathes in the smell of Ryan—of them, and this, skin mingling together—then at least he knows that it wasn't all a dream.

Comments

[selectivelyurie.livejournal.com]

pianissimo! <3333

also just. that snippet :( it's so good yet so sad and i dnw bb brendon to be sad anymore! and her video: ajsdif8op;lkasdjasid;j omg i am making epic grabby hands for a pccf one ♥_♥ and a director's cut? *flails and dies*

but you has to fix brendon first, okies? :(

&you;

[lolab.livejournal.com]

\o/

it really is good. the scene it's from is AMAZING. and i can say that b/c i didn't write it. :D I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE VIDEO OMG.

i fix, no worries!

&you too;

[selectivelyurie.livejournal.com]

like, omg i'm still watching that video (again b/c it's like OMG!) and it's so pretty and lovely and i will flail all day today. and i saw a gif of brendon and ryan petting each other yesterday and i just about died O_O

yes, fixies and then lots of boy love and happiness and joy because i'm going to need something to sustain me before we all take the plunge into aidsfic when you start writing it D:

~lol at me but~
i'm transferring our comment convo from your last post here to tell you that i live in texas, around dallas and that we are most def. getting that cabin and having epic, epic times \o/!!