Oh, Charlie. Oh, Apricot. Oh, Lily. ♥ This review will probably be of poor quality, and I heartily apologize for it, but I didn't think it fair to leave you hanging until Tuesday for a review. I told myself I would only read a bit of this, and then pop off to sleep -- and what seemed like milliseconds later, there came the end! 'Twad magic. :3
I agree with your author's note wholeheartedly: This story stands for itself, and contained within less than five chapters, less than ten thousand words, is a story that speaks, and it speaks of one of the truest depictions of a relationship I have read on this sight. Love is not flowery proposals and declarations, midnight rendezvous spots in the pouring rain; love is knuckle-hills and flobberworm hair and the warmth exuded by a very old dragon. I love the way you told this story, because it is like the way you tell all your stories -- it is lush and picturesque and very you. :)
Molly's story, too, played to this -- there is no true idyll in life, no everlasting Serenity Hill, but life prevails. And that's what this story's about, isn't it? Life? (Look at me, being all deep and ponderous. Can you tell it's late?) And then, of course, it never got too serious, balanced out as it was by Apricot's sass and Percy's adorable quirks and juice-that-is-not-juice. Oh yeah, I caught that. :)
Such a beautiful, beautiful story, Lily. I can already tell you that this will not be the last time I read it. ♥ Thank you so much for writing and posting this -- I'm honored to have read it!
Author's Response: Oh Merlin, and here's me rolling in a month and a half later to respond to your review -eyeroll- You're too good to me, but we already knew that! Also, I've never received a poor-quality review, LEAST OF ALL from you. Pshaw, I say.
I'm basically still overcome with FEELS at your second paragraph. TO say that this is one of the best relationship stories you've read on the site is absolutely UNBELIEVABLE--seriously, I don't believe you, but I'll thank you all the same ♥ I think love is living your life with someone. The idea that you don't have to be perfect, you just have to /be/ and let someone else /be/ with you. I also hold to this personal philosophy that people are where they live, I mean that they /are/ the environment; I believe that a certain kind of person doesn't have any boundaries or real edges at all and that they're part of everything, though they find a center in their body. I think that's why landscape moved its way to the center of my imagery in this story. I think it's probably in all of my stories, too, to an extent, in the way that an author is /always/ made present by her work.
PONDEROUS=clumsy/chubby, though I know what you meant. Oh, merlin I'm laughing so much, MY CREYS, you are so funny and late-night reviews are my absolute FAVORITE. Also on that note you're totally right about everything. There is no pervasive, lasting, worthwhile serenity hill. AND YOU'RE RIGHT THAT WASN'T JUICE U SO SMART~ -claps-
I'm so so so so so so so so so grateful as always for your encouragement and kind words; you mean a lot to me! ♥