Gah! You tease! You tease us! Guh! In a very good way though - oh so good. I really need to stop reading these at work, but I just can't help myself. I love the way you write the guy, its so much in tune with how I see them myself, but don't always manage to express in my own fics. Comments! Huttah:
Knitting Lister! OMG... I love it! So wonderful. I think this is my favorite part of the fic, apart from the lovely ending bit. What a guy...
Like the "fwup" of the hard/soft light change (made me think of Nightcrawler from X-Men), as well as the uniform change. I know the uniform change is canon, but it's so rarely used in fic (that I've seen at least), and it was a nice touch.
"It wasn't nitrous. It was helium." Rimmer sniggered.
I could really see Rimmer's face here erupting into a real, honest smile. Like a glimpse of his true self, ya know? Wonderful.
Minor nitpick (or would that be Brit-pick?) - Lister pronouces the letter "h" as "haitch". In fact, they all do; even Kryten and Cat, which is completely wrong for their accents. It's a feature of some regional dialects in Britain, and is often the best way to spot a Brit faking an otherwise perfect American accent. Well, that and that they use intrusive "r"s, but that's another matter. Not that it matters, of course, I just think its interesting. :)
Ah, the ending. Great use of body language with Rimmer; I can really feel his discomfort and almost sense what he's thinking. And Rimmer does not panic at the idea that Lister wants him, which is good. I do that too much, I think, because it's so much easier. Heh.
"Go to hard light, would yeh?" Silence. "Go to hard light, man." Lister swallowed. "Rimmer." He could feel that his own voice was starting to quaver. "Please."
*swoons*
They were soft, warm, slightly staticy, and tasted very faintly of mint.
Must be a little bit like kissing a TV-screen apart from the mint. Um. Not that I'd know what kissing a TV is like. Ahem. *looks around shiftily*
and he would have loved nothing more than to suck them into his mouth and devour them.
Yes! Do it! Except don't, because it'd be wrong. *sigh* Aaaahhh.... Grrr... Ahem.
And last line. Heeeeeeeeeeeee... *collapses*
Sorry for the humongous detailed comments, but I really liked it, and I'm bored at work. :)
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Date: 2006-02-16 09:55 am (UTC)Knitting Lister! OMG... I love it! So wonderful. I think this is my favorite part of the fic, apart from the lovely ending bit. What a guy...
Like the "fwup" of the hard/soft light change (made me think of Nightcrawler from X-Men), as well as the uniform change. I know the uniform change is canon, but it's so rarely used in fic (that I've seen at least), and it was a nice touch.
"It wasn't nitrous. It was helium."
Rimmer sniggered.
I could really see Rimmer's face here erupting into a real, honest smile. Like a glimpse of his true self, ya know? Wonderful.
Minor nitpick (or would that be Brit-pick?) - Lister pronouces the letter "h" as "haitch". In fact, they all do; even Kryten and Cat, which is completely wrong for their accents. It's a feature of some regional dialects in Britain, and is often the best way to spot a Brit faking an otherwise perfect American accent. Well, that and that they use intrusive "r"s, but that's another matter. Not that it matters, of course, I just think its interesting. :)
Ah, the ending. Great use of body language with Rimmer; I can really feel his discomfort and almost sense what he's thinking. And Rimmer does not panic at the idea that Lister wants him, which is good. I do that too much, I think, because it's so much easier. Heh.
"Go to hard light, would yeh?"
Silence.
"Go to hard light, man." Lister swallowed. "Rimmer." He could feel that his own voice was starting to quaver. "Please."
*swoons*
They were soft, warm, slightly staticy, and tasted very faintly of mint.
Must be a little bit like kissing a TV-screen apart from the mint. Um. Not that I'd know what kissing a TV is like. Ahem. *looks around shiftily*
and he would have loved nothing more than to suck them into his mouth and devour them.
Yes! Do it! Except don't, because it'd be wrong. *sigh* Aaaahhh.... Grrr... Ahem.
And last line. Heeeeeeeeeeeee... *collapses*
Sorry for the humongous detailed comments, but I really liked it, and I'm bored at work. :)