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  1. thatcrazyjellyfish Thu 31 Aug 2023 05:22AM UTC

    Oh I love this so much I had to comment a few of my favorite bits

    {The insult isn’t new, by any means, but Mick will take any reason to knock this bastard when he’s down. Talk about Snow – his Snowflake, his Caitlin – like she’s some soft-spoken wilting lily in the corner, meekly conceding the point just to make people happy? He’ll flay Garrick for that! Flay him like a fat fish out of the river and turn him over on the pit until—}

    ~ I love this so much. Mick like defending her but kore defending that she can defend herself

    {Poetry. Sheets and sheets of poetry written in black ink. Words – flowery endearments and tender sentiments that make her smile like a schoolgirl; articulate observations and compliments that make her cheeks flush; and unabashed descriptive fantasies that make Caitlin’s breath catch and heat pool deep in her belly. Page after page, line after line, word after word, she devours all of it. Some parts make her laugh, others make her cry, and the rest swell inside her chest until she can scarcely breathe. Some pages she reads again and again, unwilling to reconcile the idea that these might be the last words she ever reads from the author.

    The mere thought brings tears to her eyes all night, sorrow and despair. The next morning, new tears emerge – this time of relief and adoration – when she finds a new stack politely waiting outside her door.}

    ~ wow. Just wow. This is so beautifully written

    {“It does a lot of things to me.” He rumbles. “Offend isn’t one of them.”
    This time, her smile is dripping with coy amusement and confidence and a few other things – things that churn his blood into a frenzy. The limited space between them, warmth radiating and her scent dizzying on the air, isn’t aiding his paltry attempts to stamp out the scalding blaze in the veins. “Good.” Caitlin whispers, barely blinking, and – with a single sharp exhale – blows out the flame.}

    ~ahh I love it

    {“Mick…” he needs to make her say his name, exactly like that, as many times as he can, as many} ways as he can. He must. Just like he needs to breathe in her scent, feel her heat, feel her skin every moment of every day for the rest of his life. After tonight, after he’s finally had her, made her his, every minute without her will be his personal hell – relieved only when she’s back in his arms again.}

    ~ love this and that he wasn't talking in his head lol

    {He'll spend the rest of his life reminding, proving to her, this beautiful goddess, that he’s worth – worthy of – her choice.}

    ~ gosh dammit this so beautiful and beautifully written

    {He grins, which means some mischievous thought is about to be spoken, and he doesn’t disappoint. “Maybe I got it right the first time and put two of them in you.”

    Caitlin swats the bulk of his left arm, which equates to a flea bite but it’s the principle of the thing. “Don’t even joke.” She growls, earning another chuckle, but the fight may already be lost before it ever began: images of tiny feet, a boy with his father’s dark eyes and a girl with Caitlin’s wild tumble of white flying behind her, rushing along stone paths, chasing each other through fields and garden while the delighted shrieks of combined laughter sing the song of home.}

    ~ what a wander way to end the story!

    This was an absolutely beautifully written story and I know I'm going to be thinking about it for some time. I just adore the writing style and how your wrote Caitlin and Mick. Just yeah a wonderful story

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    1. NoelleAngelFyre Wed 27 Mar 2024 07:25PM UTC

      Thank you SO much! It means a lot that you took the time to highlight the individual sections or phrases that you enjoyed. I really appreciate your review and thank you for reading this piece. :)

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