Un affascinante poliziotto. Una donna bellissima. Un incontro casuale. Sulle strade acciottolate di una città coperta di neve, due protagonisti entrano pian piano in confidenza tra loro, un piccolo momento dopo l’altro. Una storia d’amore dolce e suggestiva che si schiude come un fiore a primavera, incerta ma inesorabile, e alla ricerca di riparo da coloro che potrebbero volerla soffocare. Più che un semplice racconto a fumetti, "Veil" è un’emozione che persiste nella memoria del lettore allo stesso modo di un sogno, con delicatezza e senza tempo, in un’edizione in grande formato e tutta a colori.
the scene where he compared her hands to flower petals? the scene where he reaches out to brush hair from her face but stops himself at the last moment and resigns to leaving with just the lighter? the scene where he bends down to tie her shoelaces and she pats him on the head and calls him a good boy? the scene where she calls for his hand and he indulges her and gives he the most adorable im so in love smile??!
About her skin, she says “like a boiled egg”. About cognac, she says “like the color of your eyes”. She’s not blonde, her hair is “transparent gold”. He’s not a red head. He has “auburn hair”.
Este cuarto tomo ha sido como el cosquilleo que sientes antes de la caída subida en la montaña rusa.
Desde el tercer tomo las escenas son cada vez más largas, aunque hay pequeños extras que aligeran el ritmo entre escena y escena, y los protagonistas te divierten con su elocuencia y viveza. ¡Hasta los objetos cobran vida en esta(s) historia(s)!
Como he dicho, las escenas son más largas y, en consecuencia, la relación de esta pareja más profunda e íntima. Me tienen loca. Pensaba que todo era muy natural para ellos pero a veces te sorprenden con reacciones de vergüenza y timidez conforme evoluciona eso que ellos tienen.
Por último, la propia Kotteri lo dice y se nota tanto, el empeño y el gusto por la alta costura en lo guapa que viste siempre a Emma… y yo lo disfruto tanto. Hasta en las prendas más cómodas, cuando está en su cuarto descansando u holgazaneando, se ven elegantes en ella.
(A propósito de la mencionada montaña rusa, he aprendido cómo se dice feliz Navidad/felices fiestas en ruso: счастливого рождества!)
This entire series is so fucking good I wanna eat it. Everything is so aesthetic and beautiful and I love the little vignettes into their lives. The pacing and tone is just so good. Aleksander is the perfect man. Love is real. Perfect, no notes.
In this volume something is DIFFERENT in the air they’ve always shared this relationship that it’s to be described more than friends yet not lovers …. they have a fight in the binging of this vol the sexual tension is getting higher for them to ignore or resist anymore
she wants him she wants something to “Touch” to own.
she takes his lighter and says: haven’t you ever felt that way? Is there nothing you’ve taken an interest in… that you’d like to touch while alone?
Is she even talking about the lighter anymore?
He wants her but he’s afraid? Hesitant … he thinks she’s so fragile and treat her like she’s going to break any second he says THERE IS something he wants to touch not a lighter. so he reaches to hold her~for a second there he was going to but stops and says good night and there it ends.
Will we see some development in the next vol? How much can they resist the urge to touch each other ….
"Haven't you ever...felt that way? Is there nothing you've taken an interest in...that you'd like to touch when you're alone?"
"...It's not a lighter...but I also...have something that I want to touch, I want to feel...sometimes... unconsciously. But let's say that as far as I'm concerned...it would be a little hard to do so alone..."
Gahhh the tension, banter and trust between them has increased so much!! (Aleksander has so much patience omg I could never)
I particularly love the shoe laces scenes and the illustrations at the end of every chapter (especially chapters 42 and 44)
It comes abruptly, on a whim... This time, it's my left arm that is captured. From the fingertips to the wrist, a detour around the contour of my watch... back and forth over the elbow.... and even into the pit her curiosity delves... tracing a long raised vein up the arm, stopping at the shoulder. Her cupidity will at times take her all the way to my neck.
"It's not like mine at all."
She says, as if it was some kind of discovery, holding my arm in her silky hands Softer than the fluffiest of blankets, I must say.
Meanwhile, what can I do? Look at her to my heart's content, yes, at least I can do that. I let my gaze wander... The perfect curve of her eyelashes, the wings of her nose flaring at regular intervals, those remarkable things that are her rosy lips perched on her pale skin. Her half-opened mouth, the tip of her tongue caught between her teeth, that's the habit she has when she's touching something with her full attention, I've only noticed quite recently.
Once she has internalized the shape of my left arm, with a bit of pressure from her hands and a cheeky "Thank you, sir", she gives me my arm back, telling me the audience is over.
It comes abruptly, on a whim... This time, it's my left arm that is captured. From the fingertips to the wrist, a detour around the contour of my watch... back and forth over the elbow... and even into the pit her curiosity delves... tracing a long raised vein up the arm, stopping at the shoulder. Her cupidity will at times take her all the way to my neck. "It's not like mine at all." She says, as ift was some kind of discovery, holding my arm in her silky hands. Softer than the flufiest of blankets, I must say.
Meanwhile, what can I do? Look at her to my heart's content, yes, at least I can do that. I let my gaze wander... The perfect curve of her eyelashes, the wings of her nose flaring at regular intervals, those remarkable things that are her rosy lips perched on her pale skin. Her half-opened mouth, the tip of her tongue caught between her teeth, that's the habit she has when she's touching something with her full attention, I've only noticed quite recently. Once she has internalized the shape of my left arm, with a bit of pressure from her hands and a cheeky "Thank you, sir", she gives me my arm back, telling me the audience is over.
En este cuarto tomo de Veil, la historia se permite explorar algo nuevo: una pequeña grieta, un instante de desacuerdo entre los protagonistas. Y aunque es breve, es significativo, porque muestra que incluso las relaciones más dulces también tienen sus roces.
😌 Lo más hermoso es cómo lo resuelven: con esa delicadeza que los caracteriza, con un gesto sutil, una palabra dicha en el momento justo. No hay dramatismos. Hay respeto, ternura, y sobre todo, un profundo entendimiento mutuo.
💫 La química sigue ahí, intacta. Es como si incluso el silencio incómodo tuviera su propio ritmo, su propia belleza. Y cuando vuelven a encontrarse en sintonía, todo se siente aún más cálido, más real.
🎨 En este tomo, además, el uso del color brilla con fuerza. Los tonos suaves, los acentos cálidos, la luz que se cuela en las escenas… todo contribuye a esa atmósfera cozy que envuelve a los personajes. Cada página parece una postal delicada.
🖋️ Veil tiene esa capacidad de mostrar lo cotidiano con una poesía suave, que toca el corazón sin alzar la voz. En este tomo, esa sensibilidad se traslada también a los momentos de distancia y de reencuentro.
Encore une fois un esthétisme et une poésie d'une émotion poignante transcende l'histoire de nos protagoniste. Le voile entre eux se dissipe peu à peu, où tout du moins frémit face aux sous-entendus sensuelles de l'amour s'immiscant inéluctablement dans l'amitié attachante d'Elle et Lui. La tension est palpable et le rapprochement est maladroit de réalisme. Les scénettes viennent apporter de la joie innocente entre les scènes de grandes émotions, nous révélant au passage le quotidien plein de tendresse entre ce couple si atypique et pourtant si parfait l'un avec l'autre. Hâte de lire la suite...
The Veil books arrived today, which happens to be St Valentine's Day. I happily submerged myself in the gorgeous pictures and dialogues of one of the most adorable couples I've ever read. Gentle and odd descriptions of mundane things. Romanticized observations of each other. Sometimes straightforward, sometimes in loops. But never vulgar.
Him and her could be in the flirtatous phase forever. At least, I want them to be.
"What can I do? Look at her to my heart's content, yes, at least I can do that."
I cannot stress enough how much I love this. They are so intimate with each other without being sexual, and I think that's the most beautiful part of this. The story is so elegant and classy, it's made me realise how desensitized I've become to utter trash.
On retrouve dans ce tome (comme dans tous les autres), ce qui fait l'authenticité de Kotteri : une plume poétique, un style élégant, des situations sensuelles, des personnages touchants et du plaisir à l'infini. Ouvrir un tome de Veil c'est comme ouvrir une boîte de chocolat, on ne sait pas si on veut croquer dedans ou laisser le tout fondre dans la bouche pour en apprécier chaque seconde