The pressing issue now is the Doctor tightly grasping Amy’s hand, running away from the palace to the TARDIS that is parked entirely way too far away. She knew that she would laugh about this when she got inside of the TARDIS. At the present, however, all she was thinking about was the awful burning feeling in her lungs and legs, the Doctor’s sweaty grasp on her hand, and the shouts from the guards and various shots from their weapons.
I usually don't like to copy+paste large paragraphs of fic into my comments, but I really feel like I have to. This is beautiful, bb. It has terrific rhythm and atmosphere and is so very charming.
And that last line? Brilliant. This is definitely one of my favorite fics of yours.
Re: your author's note/verb tenses/teaspoon. I'd like to quote the great Julia Child - never apologize! But, if you'd like a beta reader, feel free shoot me a PM. My ability to write fic has seemingly disappeared, but I'm still around LJ if you'd like someone to look over whatever you've got. :)
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Date: 2010-10-14 05:12 am (UTC)I usually don't like to copy+paste large paragraphs of fic into my comments, but I really feel like I have to. This is beautiful, bb. It has terrific rhythm and atmosphere and is so very charming.
And that last line? Brilliant. This is definitely one of my favorite fics of yours.
Re: your author's note/verb tenses/teaspoon. I'd like to quote the great Julia Child - never apologize! But, if you'd like a beta reader, feel free shoot me a PM. My ability to write fic has seemingly disappeared, but I'm still around LJ if you'd like someone to look over whatever you've got. :)