š¹ sorry if Iām actually being crazy but I can not rest until I read this bear fic you have their voices down so well and that is not an easy thing to do!! Iām obsessed
PLEASE do not apologize it's so so lovely to hear that people are interested in this fic and it's ESPECIALLY lovely to hear that you think i've got their voices down when i hold your own fic in such high esteem!! thank you so much MWAH <3 here's a bit from the first chapter (which just hit 10k eep):
He does recallā¦ something. Tina. Materializing out of thin air at his elbow has he stirred the pot with the broth. Itād been boiling, and it shouldāve been simmering, and heād been determinedly circling the spoon through it until Tina scared the ever-loving shit out of him. āJeff,ā sheād said. He remembers the cadence of her voice. Thatās how he can trust that this, at least, was true. āJeffrey.ā It had taken a second for Carmyās brain to make contact with his mouth. āHuh? What? What, whatāsāwhatās wrong, whatād Iāā āNah, nothingās wrong,ā Tina had said. Thereād been a furrowed crease between her brows; for what reason, Carmy hadnāt been able to parse, and he still couldnāt. āJustā¦ you doinā okay, baby?ā āWhat? Yeah, Iām fuckināāIām fuckinā fine, and you shouldāve said behind, Tāā āBehind,ā Tinaād said, rolling her eyes. āCāmon, Carm. I know you. You talk to Richie since last night?ā And Carmy has no idea what happened after that because his entire body had gone numb and far-away. No, he hadnāt talked to Richie. He hasnāt talked to Richie. The more important thing is, thereās no fucking way Richie wants to talk to him. Which. Carmy canāt blame him, he canāt blame him for any of it, because it was his fault. His fault. His fault. If Richieās decided to leave, to go off somewhere nice and sunny and Carmy-less like fuckingā¦ Los Angeles, or some shit, itās only Carmy thatās responsible. But: No Richie. Carmy canāt remember much, but he remembers the absence of his cousin. It had clawed its way in through the fog. It had made itself felt.
