"Out of sheer taciturnity the ceiling listens to the fall of the ancient leafless rain, to feathers, to whatever the night imprisoned; so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache."
I wouldn't usually review fanfic on this site, but I noticed that this only has about a 3.33 average rating, and that feels wrong. It's not a happy story and it's still a WIP so that may explain why, but this, like Fundamental Imperfection, is so lovely it hurts. It's about all of the in between things that happen somewhere in the middle/ end of Fundamental Imperfection, because life is much smoother when you can skip to the easier parts, but of course you can't. Maybe that's part of why it feels so real. I don't know how to explain it. Both Merlin and Arthur are sad and desperate in ways that seem raw and almost tangible. Arthur's kind of a dick but you can also kind of see why, and even that's stupidly lovely. And it's so painful and unavoidable and they both keep tripping up but it makes sense because they can't stop being themselves. I'm starting to sound pretentious so I'll stop, but it's a really well-written fic, and I can't wait to see where it goes.