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I was perusing that H/C meme and saw a prompt I was interested in. I'm pretty sure this is nothing like what the prompter envisioned.



Winding Down


Sex between them wasn’t what it used to be, no more rough hands holding or bone deep thrusts melding them together, sweat slick in tacky sheets, dents in the drywall behind their headboard. It couldn’t be like that. Not anymore.

Jensen gasped, skin pebbling under Jared’s fingertips. His breath stuttered, shallow and high in his chest. A thin exhale whistled in his nose, and Jared stopped-- close, so close-- but he stopped. “Too much?” he asked, both of them panting-- Jared from restraint and Jensen trying not to scream.

A quick nod, lip bitten between his teeth, and Jensen turned his face into Jared’s palm, embarrassed. “S-sorry.”

“No,” Jared soothed, soft kisses pressed to the lines around Jensen’s eyes, ignoring the pink tinge in the tears tracking through them. “Don’t be. It’s okay.” More kisses, to slow things down, draw the ecstasy higher over the bank of pain. Jared pulled out, between breaths and around thudded heartbeats, slid up, back arched so his cock painted a slick stripe along the groove of Jensen’s hipbone and across the plain of his quivering belly. Braced on long arms, Jared had to stretch his neck low, collapse down, back bowed between his shoulder blades like a wild cat slinking between savannah grass, mouth open to taste the heat and the want he built with slow rolls of his pelvis. Jensen tilted his head back and opened to him, licking over the ridges on the roof of Jared’s mouth before relaxing back into his pillow, swallowing slow and deep, throat exposed.

He opened his eyes.

Jared looked away, an impulse, sickening jump in his belly, before turning back again, a tender smile to hide the fear. Jensen blinked up at him, his eyes gone red where they used to be white, bloody tracks on the white pillow case. Almost out of time.

Jared found it hard to keep his hands from shaking as he dropped to his elbows, thumbs smearing away the evidence of their time together leaking slowing away. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. Just close your eyes.”

Jensen did, lips against the pad of Jared’s thumb. “I don’t wanna go. It’s cold. Can’t feel you there.”

“Shh, I know.” Long sigh against the shell of Jensen’s ear, and Jared began the long slide down again, sweet promises between every kiss, “Make you feel enough,” flat of his tongue molded around a peaked nipple and undulated to the rhythm of the heartbeat fluttering weakly beneath it, “that I’ll be burned into you forever.” Lower, lower still, and Jensen whimpered with each touch, his skin drawn tight over shaking muscles so it twitched and jerked, popped with electrical charge that made Jared’s hair stand on end. With every inch that Jared descended, Jensen’s hips drew back into the mattress, his belly concave, entire body drawn tight as a bow while Jared painstakingly drew that tension to the surface with lips and teeth, tongue and cheekbone, bridge of nose and brow bone, every inch of himself over every inch of Jensen except the one he was careful to leave wanting.

He ground his own erection into the corner of the mattress, one knee up on the bed, the other leg stretched to the floor. Growing desperate but determined not to lose control, he palmed himself roughly, fingertips curling up under his balls and tugging one then the other. His urgency diminished in waves, each pang a little more bearable until he found himself savoring the tang of Jensen on his tongue instead of chasing it, starving for more.

He tested his own patience, mouth closing over Jensen’s scrotum, barely room to breathe in the close, heady space of groin and thigh and ass. Jensen writhed beneath him, fists tearing at the sheets while his feet scrambled against the bedspread forcing it down until it pooled on the floor. His head bent back as far as it would go, crown pressing into the pillow so his chin was the highest point on his body, his Adam’s apple a close second, protruding out of his exposed throat and bobbing with each choked moan and whimper. Any more teasing was liable to break him in half. Jared couldn’t help but lean back for a second and admire the fruits of his patient labor before licking a quick stripe up from hipbone to belly button, settling over Jensen’s cock.

The reaction was so violent Jared imagined he actually heard the twang of a bowstring releasing as Jensen sat straight up in the bed and drew his knees up, knocking Jared away with a guttural scream.

“Fuck,” Jared breathed. “Too much, too much.” They were too close now, too close to the point when they couldn’t be together. Every nerve fiber in Jensen’s body was firing, each in its own death throes and warring against the rest. He leapt to his feet, bent to lift Jensen into his arms, have to save the body but Jensen braced against him, broke his grip.

“Not yet. Not yet,” Jensen pleaded.

“You need to go back,” Jared said. “Before there’s permanent damage this time.”

“No!”

“Jensen...”

Jensen dropped his head to Jared’s hip bone, hands slid up Jared’s legs to knead at the undersides of his ass cheeks before sliding down again. Jensen’s fingers behind Jared’s knees made Jared jerk on reflex before buckling forward. He wound up curled over Jensen’s back, clutching Jensen into an awkward embrace that Jensen returned arms locked around Jared’s waist.

“Just wanna make you feel good one more time,” Jensen whispered.

Jared straightened, kneeling on the bed beside Jensen, his hands coming to rest on Jensen’s shoulders. “Me?” He stroked over Jensen’s hair, smoothing it around his ears. “You want me to feel good?”

Jensen nodded again, keeping his eyes closed. “Please.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You won’t.” And as if to prove it, Jensen locked his arms tighter, so Jared became painfully aware of his cock trapped against Jensen’s chest. He couldn’t help but roll his hips against the friction. When he did, the head of his cock slipped into the cavity between Jensen’s pecs, where it was warm, and soft, and damp. When he thrust into that, his legs went a little weak, and he started to fall back, eyes rolling into his head, but Jensen held on tighter, began a slow up and down rocking motion of his entire torso.

“God!” There wasn’t any regaining control this time, not with Jensen writhing against him, his head bent into that ticklish space beneath Jared’s ribcage, and his chin digging into Jared’s hip. Jared went with it, one hand braced against the headboard and the other cupped behind Jensen’s neck while he rolled his hips with abandon, grinding and thrusting into sweat-slicked heat until he was the one on fire, nerve-endings twitching like downed power lines all over his body. His fingers curled into a claw around the top of the headboard, and on the next thrust, were crushed against the wall. He yelled as he came, pain and pleasure intermingled to the point of insanity, then slumped forward. He sank onto his haunches, pulling Jensen’s head onto his shoulder, while he breathed through the tremors, rocking them both through his aftershocks.

When he stilled, the only sound in the room over the ringing in his ears was Jensen’s ragged breathing against his shoulder.

“Thank you.” It was the stupidest thing to say but the only thing he could think of. He lifted Jensen’s head and tilted it back so they were face to face, didn’t even look away in horror at the blood seeping freely around the edges of Jensen’s eyes. “You didn’t have to.”

“But I love you, Jared.”

Stunned, Jared pulled Jensen against him again, stroked through his hair with hand pressed against the back of his head oblivious to the familiar scrape of circuitry and wire. “You, love me?”

“I know I’m not supposed to,” Jensen said, relaxing into Jared’s embrace, “but I do.”

“You think you do.”

“I know I do.”

Jensen wasn’t programmed to lie.

And Jared couldn’t breathe.

Jensen loved him. Or thought he did, in whatever way Jensen could. Jensen... who’d probably never be able to live outside his tank for more than a few months at a time, who couldn’t digest anything but oatmeal and protein shakes, probably didn’t know pain from pleasure and only ever asked for Jared to hold his hand until he fell asleep. Jensen... who Jared would probably never be able to fix, who believed Jared would never stop trying. Jensen... who Jared couldn’t imagine spending one day without.

“I... love you, too.”

Jensen jerked against him, sudden, violent, instantly reduced to panting and gasping, his fingers, bruising in Jared's skin. Jared thought it was another seizure, reached for the panic button at the base of Jensen’s skull, but Jensen caught his hand and pulled it away, face burning red as he glanced between them at the mess he’d just made.

"Oh." Jared didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Everything was all just so fucked up and impossible. “Happens to the best of us,” he said, laughing weakly. He said 'us' without thinking and meant it.

Jensen slumped against him, and Jared held him until they both heard the rasp in his breathing, felt the thin trembling in his muscles start to escalate. Jared wasn’t inclined to let go just yet, not sure Jensen would even remember him the next time around. Jensen was the one who finally spoke. “It’s time, then. Or there won’t be any me left the next time. If there is...”

“There will always be a next time,” Jared promised. And it was the first time he believed it, couldn’t accept anything less as truth. “Always.”

--

Jared held Jensen’s hand like he always did. “Breathe deep,” he reminded. “It’ll go faster if you don’t fight it.” Jensen’s fingers tightened around Jared’s, the nails biting in, as he took a deep breath, letting the fluid fill his lungs, the cold numb him from the inside out. Jared held on, through the shaking and the writhing, through the cracking knuckles and the final splash of cryo-fluid lapping over the edge of the tank, and when Jensen’s eyes finally started to close, he said, “I love you,” just in case it was the last time.

Dropping Jensen’s limp hand into the tank, Jared reached into the liquid and removed the faulty circuitboard from its slot in the back of Jensen’s skull. Turning it over, already knowing the design flaw wouldn’t be anything so apparent as to be visible with the naked eye, but hoping, nonetheless that maybe, just once, he’d be lucky enough to find something as simple as a loose wire or a bit of frayed coating. Finding nothing of the sort, he reached into the pocket of his lab coat, clicked on his recorder.
“Implant retrieved at zero-seven-fifty, May 22. Total lifespan, this incarnation, four months, 12 days, 22 hours. This time, we almost lost the body, but I’m more certain now than ever that Jensen’s still in there and that I can put his mind and is body back together again." After a brief pause, he added, "I have to. I promised.”

He clicked off his recorder and slumped into his desk chair, making a pointed decision not to look up at the bulletin board above his monitor. Too many bad memories up there, newspaper clippings about the accident, EEG graphs and a hundred journal articles about brain death, a business card in the corner for the grieving widower’s support group his mom really wished he’d attend. He’d seen it all before, spent far too many nights reading the fine print with eyes foggy from alcohol and exhaustion. He didn’t need to see it again. Instead, he opened the fireproof safe behind his desk, panicking momentarily when he thought he’d forgotten the combination --3-1-78, Jensen’s birthday-- then stuttered over the latch, afraid of how far ahead of himself he was getting, but more afraid not to believe he'd get there, eventually. Shaking off the doubt, he opened it with quick jerk, waved off the musty smell.

It only took a second to find what he was looking for.

The ring didn’t fit quite like it used to. Ten years of keeping his head down, shoulder to the wheel had taken its toll. But it felt right sliding on, the way it had that first time when Jensen put it there. He never thought he’d wear that ring again, but now, Jensen loved him... again.

He was never taking it off.

Fin

Here’s the prompt: (J2 AU) Turns out Jensen's prettiness really IS mathematically impossible. He's a robot. Something goes badly wrong with his circuitry and mad scientist/professor/lab-coat-wearing Jared has to fix him.

A/N: I hear the outcries to make this a verse, and don't think I wasn't imagining much, much more when I wrote this. However, knowing my flighty muse, I'm not promising anything. That's not a 'no.' Just a 'wait and see.' Best I can do. Thank you for the encouragement!
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Date: 2010-05-23 04:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aubergineautumn.livejournal.com
I liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike it :)

Date: 2010-05-23 01:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
Thank you so much, love. *squish*

Date: 2010-05-23 07:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blubrrymffin929.livejournal.com
very interesting...I thought Jensen had a brain tumor or something at first but then that did not fit. When Jared went all professional at the end though I was completely blown away. Very good :-)

Date: 2010-05-23 01:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
Haha, I was careful not to post the prompt at the top and give it all away. I'm glad it kept you guessing, because that was my intent. Thank you so much!

Date: 2010-05-23 07:47 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fufaraw
You know what? I'm almost sorry I read this, and I didn't finish it--I want to read the whole damn thing, and not be spoiled for what happens. Please? With big, wet, puppy eyes and an adorable pout? Can I bribe you?

Date: 2010-05-23 01:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
Umm, you can try to bribe me, but I added an author's note at the end that pretty much says this is all there is for now. I can definitely see more in this 'verse, but I never know how cooperative my muse will be. I won't make any promises. Sorry to angst you out. LOL. *smooshes*

Date: 2010-05-23 07:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] calijirl5150.livejournal.com
This needs to be a "verse" !!!

Date: 2010-05-23 01:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
It does, doesn't it? Duly noted. LOL. Thank you so much. *g*

Date: 2010-05-23 08:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kasmodia.livejournal.com
Wow, very fascinating. I'd love to read more about those two.

Date: 2010-05-23 01:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
Ooh, me too. LOL. You wanna write some more? Just teasing. I'll definitely think about a 'verse. Thank you so much for reading.

Date: 2010-05-23 09:57 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] ysbail.livejournal.com
Ummm ... being a sci-fi nut I would really like you to expand this ... I get the impression that Jared's endeavouring to bring Jensen back from the dead, create a body to put his dead mind into but the bodies don't take ... but what is the 'mind'? A faint echo of Jensen embedded in circuitry, or is it really Jensen, conscious, full of experience, full of love?

No idea...

But it really is a shame this is probably going to be a one-shot.

Damn girl, but I love it when you write. ♥

Date: 2010-05-23 01:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
Well, you know, the prompt was for a robot, and I just couldn't make myself do that. I started thinking about bionic enhancement of some sort, then remembered the Reds from Dark Angel, and decided to go with something of that sort. In my mind, the body is Jensen's actual body, and the mind is Jensen's actual mind, only because of the accident, the two no longer communicate on a conscious level, so Jared has to keep trying to bridge the gap. However, it's never been done, and there are a lot of setbacks. All in all, not something that hasn't been done a hundred other times, just my J2 spin.

And I'll think about the verse. LOL. *smishes*

Thank you so much, love.

Date: 2010-05-23 09:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mini-moue.livejournal.com
This was so intriguing! Loved the way you kept us guessing about Jensen's true nature till the end. I had to re-read after to get all the nuances... Just beautifully plotted and so much emotion put into so few words. My heart hurts.

You know, it's perfect as is, but like folks have said in comments, I really wouldn't hate a verse of this one... ;-)

Date: 2010-05-23 01:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
Well, if you were kept guessing AND you re-read, then I definitely did something right. ♥ you so much! I'm contemplating the verse, but as you well know, I have other verses that are not getting the attention they deserve. *sadface*

Thank you!
Edited Date: 2010-05-23 01:54 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-05-23 10:05 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] beelikej.livejournal.com
This was amazingly haunting. I was frightened to keep reading but pushed myself because I wanted to know what was going on. You pulled me right in. Someone suggested a verse, I say it certainly has the potential for a more in depth exploration, if you feel so inclined. I know I would read it;)

I think the person who gave the prompt will be pleasantly surprised. This is much more emotional than the original idea. Post it.

Date: 2010-05-23 01:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
\0/ Haunting! Thank you! I was definitely going for that. And the prompter liked it. You were right. *glomps*

Date: 2010-05-23 10:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] athynto.livejournal.com
Astounding.
Is this a verse?
Please let it be a verse.

Date: 2010-05-23 01:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
Haha, I'll consider making it a verse, but you know how much verses end up with months and months between updates. *is ashamed* Thank you for reading, love.

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Date: 2010-05-23 01:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stjra.livejournal.com
Holy crap woman, do you know how many of my buttons you pushed all at once there.

SCI-FI J2!!! OMFG I LOVE YOU!!!

Along with that angst to the wahzoo, hurt!self-sacrificing!Jensen and Manic!Determined!Protective!Jared.

GUH!!

Seriously can we have more of this, please oh, please oh PLEASE!!!

*drops to knees and grovels and kisses your feet*

Date: 2010-05-23 01:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
Hehe, I'm definitely on a sci-fi kick lately, which is probably why this prompt jumped out at me even though I wasn't sure I could do it justice. I'm glad it pressed your buttons, because you're so adorable when you squee. *pets*

I'll add your name to the list of people who demand a verse. LOL. But be aware that I'll then use that list to hold you accountable when I don't update for months and months. LOL.

Thank you so much for reading!

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Date: 2010-05-23 01:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pedal-blur.livejournal.com
Oh my god are you kidding me? WHY are you worried about this? My prompt was totally cracky but you took it and did AWESOME stuff with it. You're right, it's nothing like I pictured - it's a million times better. It might be angsty and heartbreaking, but it's beautiful too, and besides, I love all that stuff. Thank you!!! Really! I'm going back now to read it again straight away cause I got so nervous and caught up I think I skimmed over a whole bunch of words LOL. Seriously. There's nothing not to love! &hearts

Date: 2010-05-23 01:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
Ohhh, thank goodness. *sigh of relief* I already mentioned how nervous I was about not meeting expectation. I'm so glad you liked it, because these boys really wouldn't do anything cracky no matter how much I poked them to try. Thanks so much for the vote of confidence and for the inspiring prompt. *glompses*

Date: 2010-05-23 01:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nayrep.livejournal.com
post it! for the love of J2, post it...

Date: 2010-05-23 01:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
Well all right, then! Thank you! I'm glad you like it. *smish*

Date: 2010-05-23 02:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jeeronie.livejournal.com
Huh, wow, a plot idea I actually had never seen before in fandom!
Considering how much fic I read, this is a feat.
Fascinating read, I liked that we can fill in the blanks but I am rather lazy so if you ever want to fill them in for me, I'll be happy :D

*goes to reread 'cause that was quite a bit of stuff in so few words to wrap my mind around*

Date: 2010-05-25 08:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
Wow. Something new? I'll take that as a compliment. Thanks so much for reading. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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Date: 2010-05-23 02:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wendy.livejournal.com
Have you read The Adoration of Jenna Fox by Mary Pearson? This reminds me a great deal of that. Cool concept!

Date: 2010-05-25 08:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
Ooh, I actually haven't heard of that, but now I think I must go searching. I wonder if it's on Audible. I have a credit coming up soon. LOL. I'm glad you liked it. Thanks so much!

Date: 2010-05-23 05:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sandymg.livejournal.com
This was lovely. Just heartbreaking. Yeah. It would make one heckuva longer story. But, it also works just as is. A slice of saddness and hope. Amazing response to a prompt.

Date: 2010-05-25 08:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
Thank you. I have been giving serious thought to writing more. Not sure yet whether it will be J2 or not, though. I need to learn to keep my fanfics short. LOL. Thanks so much for reading. *squish*

Date: 2010-05-23 06:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] without-me.livejournal.com
Really interesting concept and execution--I, too, would be delighted to see more of this!

Date: 2010-05-25 08:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
Haha, I'll add one more vote to the 'verse tally. So glad you liked it. It was a fun concept to play with. Thank you!

Date: 2010-05-23 07:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tcs1121.livejournal.com
This was amazing. Looking forward to see if you continue or not. Thank you for sharing!

Date: 2010-05-25 08:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
Whee! Thank you. I'd say the chances are good at least another piece or two might surface in this verse, but I can't promise anything. So glad you liked it.

Date: 2010-05-23 07:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanae.livejournal.com
Oh. I totally love the beauty and hopeful sadness of this. There's a certain wrongness about the situation because you shouldn't meddle with life that way and yet you can't help but root for Jared in his attempts to bring back his love. The struggle to bridge the gap between body and mind and then making it last... *sigh* And the way you kept the exact nature of the situation a mystery till the end made it a great read composition wise. This is like, like
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
and
Casper the Friendly Ghost
(the 1995 feature film) and your own White Ladder - because of the way it made me feel - all ruled into one. Awesome. More please.

Date: 2010-05-25 08:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
Hehe, you of all people should know better than to ask me for more, knowing how terrible I am about following through. *is ashamed* But you mentioned White Ladder, and I've long been lamenting that I can't seem to write anything else in this fandom that makes the same kind of impact as that one. So, now I just might have to give it a try. Though, I imagine that's exactly the wrong reason to do so. ;P Thank you, love.

Date: 2010-05-23 09:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aythia.livejournal.com
Hope you write more, I am curious now. I want to know more, both before and after! This was intriguing

Date: 2010-05-25 08:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
Ooh, thank you! I will definitely consider writing more, since I would like to know more myself. :P Thanks so much for reading.

Date: 2010-05-23 10:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unplugged32.livejournal.com
HOMG, all angsty and heartbreaking and perfect and I'd love to read more:)

{{squishes}}

Date: 2010-05-25 08:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
D'awww, thank you. I think I owe you more than just an expansion of this, but I will definitely consider that. *glompses*

Date: 2010-05-23 11:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heather03nmg.livejournal.com
This was very odd but I liked it. I think we need more because I'm feeling very sad where you left it. Poor boys.

Date: 2010-05-25 08:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
Haha, yay for odd, I guess. Thank you!

Date: 2010-05-23 11:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jjinmo-356.livejournal.com
Never saw this coming, this was great, Jensen part man part robot. I really liked this.

Date: 2010-05-25 08:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
Yay! I was trying to be vague without being just plain confusing. I'm glad you were surprised. Thank you.

Date: 2010-05-24 12:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] awakencordy.livejournal.com
waow, you took my breath away with this!

Date: 2010-05-25 08:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
*g* Really? Thank you so much!

Date: 2010-05-25 01:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] layne67.livejournal.com
That is dark, but in a very good way. I LOVE!!

Date: 2010-05-25 08:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
*is relieved* I thought it might be too creepy. So glad you liked it, sweetie. Thank you.

Date: 2010-05-25 05:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] xwacky.livejournal.com
Whoa! This is incredibly good -- of all the love, despair & hope, as well as the tenderness between the ill fated lovers. I'm excited by the fact that this may be developed into a 'verse. I'd love to see timestamps that jumps between the past and future.

With this fic, you've touched certain subjects that I find interesting: how far would one go to get his beloved back? Can machines be sentient? Have feelings? What about death, growing old vs. immortality? Here the real Jensen died tragically, yet his lover Jared brought him back, even though temporarily, but Jared kept resurrecting him, each time brought Jensen closer to what he was before. I imagine this essentially makes Jensen immortal while the passage of time surely would leave its mark on Jared...

Date: 2010-05-25 08:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] albeitslowly.livejournal.com
Ooh, darn you. I never considered the aging and non-aging aspect of this story. I think you've just succeeded in infusing more angst into it. LOL. I wouldn't have thought that possible. Now, I definitely have more to consider. Thank yo so much for your thoughtful and thought-provoking comment. *g*
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