Now, Superstition is probably my absolute favorite. It's such a great metaphor. Thank you :-) Full credit is probably due here. elisi wrote a great post about the role of free will in timey-wimey situations, and it's what lead me to think of the see-saw comparison. Then when I was trying to think of something genuinely superstitious to give River to do, it popped back to my mind. Something about the innocent, childlike association just makes it . . . a vulnerable point.
And I particularly like the metaphor because its something people choose to do both as individual and together. It's also not something that in its nature is daunting. It's supposed to be fun. It's supposed to be sharing enjoyment in each other's presence. Ooooo . . . yes.
And it was really good to have this story begin on a lighter note and end on one. I do prefer to read stories like that because it leaves me wanting to know more. I don't much like anything long that's too thoroughly depressive, and I don't feel like that would have been true to River's life, either, even if so much of this fic really is about anxiety.
There's a lot to be seen even under their light comments. The fact that the Doctor is willing to believe (even in joking) that she'd sell an organ just to get him something. I love the Doctor being so worried for her because a whole bunch of this story involves how her life is impacted with the Doctor, and that outpouring of feeling from him shows that he's just as impacted by her. I am so deeply relieved that this worked for you in this way. The last section is by far the one I'm most nervous about. It does need to be an affirmation, it does need to feel emotionally satisfying, and yet when you're trying to communicate that through banter, it's very difficult--everything is indirect and there are so many opportunities for misinterpretation. I do love writing banter for them, and yet when I try to use it to somewhat more serious ends, it's a bit of a minefield :-\
Thank you again for leaving such a lovely comment <3
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Thank you :-) Full credit is probably due here.
And I particularly like the metaphor because its something people choose to do both as individual and together. It's also not something that in its nature is daunting. It's supposed to be fun. It's supposed to be sharing enjoyment in each other's presence.
Ooooo . . . yes.
And it was really good to have this story begin on a lighter note and end on one. I do prefer to read stories like that because it leaves me wanting to know more.
I don't much like anything long that's too thoroughly depressive, and I don't feel like that would have been true to River's life, either, even if so much of this fic really is about anxiety.
There's a lot to be seen even under their light comments. The fact that the Doctor is willing to believe (even in joking) that she'd sell an organ just to get him something. I love the Doctor being so worried for her because a whole bunch of this story involves how her life is impacted with the Doctor, and that outpouring of feeling from him shows that he's just as impacted by her.
I am so deeply relieved that this worked for you in this way. The last section is by far the one I'm most nervous about. It does need to be an affirmation, it does need to feel emotionally satisfying, and yet when you're trying to communicate that through banter, it's very difficult--everything is indirect and there are so many opportunities for misinterpretation. I do love writing banter for them, and yet when I try to use it to somewhat more serious ends, it's a bit of a minefield :-\
Thank you again for leaving such a lovely comment <3