I like this a lot, the division, the spacing between paragraphs, it makes it easy to read.
He digs his nails deeper into his skin, yet still does not draw blood. It makes the crimson tinge in his vision a shade darker. Too fucking alive. Yet not enough to bleed. So dark, setting up for the inside of the prison: the inmates are all in there, sick of their lives yet something is keeping them living. It also sets up for the rest of the fic, which I commend you on.
He shivers and strikes out at Michael blindly at the shattering feel of soft, wet lips against his jaw I love that. I love St Michael so much when he's written, the way that he's just trying to help Alex, instead of fighting for himself. Also the comparison, Alex's frenzied fighting in comparison to Michael's soft touch.
Nothing to fight for. He grips Michael closer and rethinks his statement. Aw. Just... aw. :) Lovely! Can I add this to my reccomended reading list?
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Date: 2007-04-25 10:03 am (UTC)He digs his nails deeper into his skin, yet still does not draw blood. It makes the crimson tinge in his vision a shade darker. Too fucking alive. Yet not enough to bleed.
So dark, setting up for the inside of the prison: the inmates are all in there, sick of their lives yet something is keeping them living. It also sets up for the rest of the fic, which I commend you on.
He shivers and strikes out at Michael blindly at the shattering feel of soft, wet lips against his jaw
I love that. I love St Michael so much when he's written, the way that he's just trying to help Alex, instead of fighting for himself. Also the comparison, Alex's frenzied fighting in comparison to Michael's soft touch.
Nothing to fight for. He grips Michael closer and rethinks his statement.
Aw. Just... aw. :) Lovely! Can I add this to my reccomended reading list?