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Yikes, I have three for this one. I'm going to have 10 per chapter by the end if I don't rein myself in!
He would always remember the way she turned her head. Pressed her face into his side. The bump of her little nose. Eyelids scrunched tightly closed. Hiding when protests hadn't helped her. Logan pretended she was nuzzling him.
He thought she was recovering. Not in the normal sense of the word, but as those in this city recovered. Drawing into themselves, maintaining their bodies and letting everything else fall away, in preparation of the next assault. Like the farmers who set fire to their crops to defy a looting army.
It was a test. An apology. A thank you. A whatever-you-wanted-to-call-it, from the incomprehensible mind of sad teenage girls.
All of them, exactly perfect.
P.S. - sorry for the delay, my husband snagged the laptop, but thanks to insomnia I'm up at 1 a.m. with plenty of time to finish. My subconscious must have known another chapter was on its way...
Author's Response: You\'d never see me complain if you were to do ten. But even one is happy-dance inducing, so thank you!!!
All right, inspired by someone who was awesome enough to review every chapter of my story today, I decided to embark on my long-planned project to review every chapter of this story. But, since every chapter is great and hearing that umpteen times might get boring, I'm going to tell you my favorite line from each. If I can restrict myself to one line, we'll see. For this chapter, its:
It had eight deadbolts and two chains on the opposite side that he never once turned during his stay. Let 'em try.
Author's Response: Yes, those kind of surprises are the best, aren\'t they? Thank you for giving me this one, the best of all possible gifts (except, perhaps, for Hugh Jackman-but this is closest you can get to his level of awesomeness). Thank you. At time I received your reviews I was entertaining a mammoth headache, and all I can say is that you are better than any Tylenol.
This line just haunts me:
Underweight babies screeched and were shushed by mothers who were louder—who in their turn were sworn at by their husbands/boyfriends/kidnappers.
Author's Response: Yes, rather fond of that myself... ;~D
Oooh, this one is tough. I have to pick two. Because this is the best line I think in the whole story:
Just looking at him provided answers to questions before anybody asked them: No, you could not run fast enough; No, you did not have a chance.
But then you know I also love this, and in fact totally adapted/stole the idea for my story:
He noticed, but did not acknowledge the healthier rhythm of her internal organs.
Author's Response: You are awesome on a level scientists don\'t even have a way of measuring yet....That line might have inspired yours, but you made it brilliant and unique with a talent that is 100% yours.
Okay, I have two for this one too:
But Logan was accustomed to others stuttering in his presence, and easily made the translation from Fear-Speak to English.
Upon his return, Logan took the girl's food and consumed it in three slow, childishly defiant bites. Fuck her.
Author's Response: >super mambo tight hug<
This one's hard, there's so much good description in this one, but I think this one still wins:
"Well," Logan said, in the same manner she was learning to expect from him: as if each word was a precious commodity and she was making him waste them.
Author's Response: >beams in silly, uncontrollably proud way< Thank you!!!
Oh goodness, this chapter breaks my heart every time. This line has stuck with me:
Logan could see the tag sticking out at him like an impudent tongue, it's brand too faded to read.
Author's Response: Is it sick to say I\'m *glad* it broke your heart?
Wow, this chapter is so great. I totally had missed the little hint of her mutation the first time I read it, and now reading it for the fifth or sixth time it seems so apparent. Two favorite lines here:
The cashier, a man who kept a loaded shotgun next to the emergency button beneath the counter and used it far more than the latter, seemed too relieved that Logan was not robbing him to protest.
He didn't know, at first, who Logan was talking about, and that would cost him. He said, "She was good, man.", and that would cost him more.
Author's Response: That anyone would consider something of mine worth rereading, one time let alone six, is enough to keep my head swollen and my feet walking on air for weeks. That someone of your skill would do so means I\'ll be tip-toeing through clouds for *months*. Thank you.
Twin knees peeping shyly from the hem of his shirt--Logan had the strangest urge to see how they would fit in his hands.
and also this one:
He picked the quilt off the floor, tucked her back in and listened to her beg him to stop something he hadn't begun.
Author's Response: >happy dance<
I had to skip over the depiction of the rape at this hour, because it is so deeply affecting I would never sleep. So take those paragraphs out of the running, and this is what I choose:
With an almost pensive expression on his face, he released his claws.
Author's Response: Can\'t blame you! >hugs<
Oh my goodness, I changed my mind three times on this one, but had to settle on this ultimately, because it is just so genius:
You can always count on murderers and motorcyclists to keep a pair of gloves handy.
This just broke my heart:
"You want to shower first, Kid?" A little boy eager to show off his card collection.
The girl looked at him, and Logan guessed she heard his words differently.
Author's Response: Glad you liked it.
Her eyes carressed Logan's brow, his jaw, the overstrung wires in his throat. Mentally comforting where her hands were too afraid--and poisonous--to go, as if the force of her attention would would quiet him, cancel her need to actually respond.
Scanning her, gathering explanations faster than any spoken words could travel. Pressing more courteously on her companion's mind, requesting entrance. Scooping up information from the two of them like a child collecting Easter eggs.
Author's Response: That you would take the time to do this is incredible. There aren\'t enough good adjectives in the world to fit you.
This one is hard too, but I'm determined to narrow it down to one, so I think this wins:
She seemed to be waiting for him to thank her for something, but with each glance at his face that expectation faded away, and a thousand books worth of questions took it's place.
Author's Response: I love you in an entirely non-creepy way.
"You're going to eat." His voice was inflexible, but not harsh. A kind stone.
His arms reached out and in some delicate maneuver of body parts among boxes and bottles that the returned darkness prevented her from seeing, the girl's tearful face was pressed against Logan's stomach.
And I love the crazy little detail that he doesn't have his belt on, like he threw clothes on in a hurry to get to her. Whether that's what you intended or not.
Author's Response: You\'re right about what I intended, with that gift of insight and kindness you possess.
He was closer to anger than worry by the time Jean offered her martyred expression and a lotioned hand, palm-up, to the girl.
For some reason that one adjective "a lotioned hand," makes me want to smack Jean. Love it.
Author's Response: I know, right? Lotion always pisses me off...
Her eyes blurred and stung, a reflex to any surprise.
A new chapter, and I'll have to read it probably a few more times to really decide what's best, because my God, I *felt* poor Logan burning. But off the cuff, it'll be hard to top:
"Wolverine," he said, drawing out the word with a false camaraderie. "Always a pleasure to see such a finely constructed piece of metal as yourself."
Foot of platonic space between them like a sitcom from the 1950's.
Author's Response: Really? I wasn\'t so fond of that scene. Glad to hear you enjoyed it. (Much YAY-ing and bouncing SQUEEs). Thank you.
What, you didn't like the Magneto / Wolverine scene? It was genius! In one seemingly casual line Magneto manages to 1.) objectify Logan 2.) demean him and 3.) remind him of his powerlessness against Magneto's mutation. Genius.
Author's Response: Haha. Thank you! I really appreciate that.
A sense of completion, but through little evocative details. A hint of the woman Marie might become who is actually a good match for Wolverine, and not just the passive object of his desires. And a believable way for how they might get together.
I'm so glad you wrote this. It was exactly right. You are an unparalleled author, and I'm so glad I ran across your stories. You have made me a Rogan fan for life, I think!
Author's Response: Rogan fan for life? What, his abs and liberal use of the term \"Kid\" didn\'t do that for you? ;~) Thank you. Your reviews and support have meant a lot to me. And without people like you my notebook would be filled with nothing but doodles and a grocery list.
Squee! I read this all at once on my phone and promise to go back to review the earlier chapters, but for now I am so glad Logan and Marie are finally in a room together, even if he's crotchety. ;-) Great work! Keep it up!
All right, I will admit that I knew I was going to like this story, and so I waited until it was complete so I didn't get all frustrated with waiting for updates. I read the whole thing on my phone last night while I was traveling, but I know it sucks not to get chapter reviews, so I'll post my favorite line from each chapter. Thanks for writing -- this one was a whole lot of fun. It's amazing how well you handle action, comedy, suspense, smut. You are truly great at all genres of fic! And I loved the addition of Peter Parker to this crew.
Anyway, this was a great little touch in this chapter: But Jubilee was busy giving a dramatic pause, the kind Marie recognised from countless high school dishing sessions.
Too long to quote, but I liked how you described all the mansion sounds in this one. They all made such sense, it really made the place three-dimensional for me.
I changed my mind like three times, but I think I ended up with this as my favorite line: And he waggled his eyebrows at Rogue, pretending not to notice that his friend’s claws were now shivering underneath his skin.