Eeee, finally able to read this well enough to comment, unlike earlier when I sneaked it between little half-jobs at work. *g*
Is it wrong that I really sort of hate Delenn in this fic? I love her, as a character, but the way she treats Lennier... it makes sense, and honestly in a lot of ways its very in character (especially given the background of the preceding fic), but... wow. All kind of heartache are indicated for the poor boy in this.
Interesting that Lennier refers to Sheridan only as "your partner" in this - as if he's afraid to mention his name, or can't bring himself to. And I love how they define each other, in such a simple and continuous way. Delenn, with all her doubts, desperately needs someone who will see all of her, everything she's ashamed of and can't admit to anyone else, and still accept her and reaffirm to her that she is still herself. And Lennier, gods bless him, is very much the kind of person who needs someone else to define his life by, someone to live for and on whom he can focus all his loyalty and devotion. It just drives me mad that she can't ever give him more than that.
Beautiful, disturbing, horribly sad writing. I'm really glad I didn't read this before I wrote mine, or I would never have felt able to make mine work. ;)
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Is it wrong that I really sort of hate Delenn in this fic? I love her, as a character, but the way she treats Lennier... it makes sense, and honestly in a lot of ways its very in character (especially given the background of the preceding fic), but... wow. All kind of heartache are indicated for the poor boy in this.
Interesting that Lennier refers to Sheridan only as "your partner" in this - as if he's afraid to mention his name, or can't bring himself to. And I love how they define each other, in such a simple and continuous way. Delenn, with all her doubts, desperately needs someone who will see all of her, everything she's ashamed of and can't admit to anyone else, and still accept her and reaffirm to her that she is still herself. And Lennier, gods bless him, is very much the kind of person who needs someone else to define his life by, someone to live for and on whom he can focus all his loyalty and devotion. It just drives me mad that she can't ever give him more than that.
Beautiful, disturbing, horribly sad writing. I'm really glad I didn't read this before I wrote mine, or I would never have felt able to make mine work. ;)