stunt_muppet

As I would like to add this story to my next batch of recommendations, it would be rather improper of me not to leave you a review first.

Part 1: *is love* Is it possible to hug a story? Because I would really like to hug it for all the warm fuzzies it is creating. It is entirely possible that I am too enthralled with the whole falling-asleep-on-his-shoulder concept in general, but for these two (who were moving at either turtle speed or warp speed in the progression of their relationship; I could never quite decide), it fits especially well. Nice details about the quiet sounds of night, too, really set the scene. And I rather like the But he hadn’t known what to say bit.

Okay, the warm fuzzies have to go away now. *kicks self onward*

Part 2: Awww... :( My words escape me. I must turn to emoticons and quotes.

There was only a stone with her name on it and a patch of upturned earth – what did that prove?
--This really stands out. Stark imagery, and an uncharacterstic question from such an otherwise grounded-in-logic mind. Not out of character under these circumstances.

The dreams were worse than the emptiness.
--Ouch, an acute reminder.

And, um, the last line? Masterful. I would never have thought to describe it that way.
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So, about the fic rec thing, do you mind me promoting this on my journal where all of about 2 people might actually look at it, or are you still planning that rewrite or three?