I love it when you talk about stuff. You're so darned eloquent. It makes me go all starry-eyed.
I admit, it's because of you and Tora that I even like this pairing. And I may not have mentioned it? But that bit in your BBB is just. It's one of the most perfect moments in the entire thing, and we all know how crazy I am for it. It's just so...see, perfect is still the only word I'm coming up with; it's so enlightening that even Lindsey, a complete outsider, can fully understand everything without ever having to know.
But I'm with you. I love how they've known each other for so long, canonically - I love that this is something they had before My Chem, and kept it through some really tough shit that we'll probably never know; I love that they never talk about it, either.
every time Bob talks about Brian it's with this half-disgruntled, half-fond tone in his voice, and I love it lots. Also, individually, they tend to put themselves in danger, work way too fucking hard, be ridiculously competent, make a lot of snarky jokes and then manage this earnestness that is just too adorable for words. There you go being eloquent again, because oh my God, yes. THIS. Big fat THIS. :)
Canon-based always-girls Bob/Brian would totally work, and I think you two should get on that. Soon. :D
Or, y'know, tell me about them as revolutionaries, how they met, how they managed to fall for each other in that environment - or maybe, how could they have ever managed not to fall for each other in that environment, seriously - how Brian rose so high up in the revolution he's working with Chantal; or maybe he started it, maybe it was them, maybe she found them. How Bob's the only peace Brian gets, sometimes (and wow, the images of those two from your NYE piece still make me stop and catch my breath).
Basically, and I think you know, I want to know everything about that world. I'd devour it. Even if it was just something about Bob drumming something absentmindedly, but something good, on the edge of his desk one day in school, and the teacher cracked a ruler over his knuckles for it and gave him detention. And Brian sat looking at Bob's hands, red and sore, and thought, enough.
(Wow, sorry, I have no idea why they're suddenly attending my mother's old primary school. :/ Feel free to ignore all that.)
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I love it when you talk about stuff. You're so darned eloquent. It makes me go all starry-eyed.
I admit, it's because of you and Tora that I even like this pairing. And I may not have mentioned it? But that bit in your BBB is just. It's one of the most perfect moments in the entire thing, and we all know how crazy I am for it. It's just so...see, perfect is still the only word I'm coming up with; it's so enlightening that even Lindsey, a complete outsider, can fully understand everything without ever having to know.
But I'm with you. I love how they've known each other for so long, canonically - I love that this is something they had before My Chem, and kept it through some really tough shit that we'll probably never know; I love that they never talk about it, either.
every time Bob talks about Brian it's with this half-disgruntled, half-fond tone in his voice, and I love it lots. Also, individually, they tend to put themselves in danger, work way too fucking hard, be ridiculously competent, make a lot of snarky jokes and then manage this earnestness that is just too adorable for words. There you go being eloquent again, because oh my God, yes. THIS. Big fat THIS. :)
Canon-based always-girls Bob/Brian would totally work, and I think you two should get on that. Soon. :D
Or, y'know, tell me about them as revolutionaries, how they met, how they managed to fall for each other in that environment - or maybe, how could they have ever managed not to fall for each other in that environment, seriously - how Brian rose so high up in the revolution he's working with Chantal; or maybe he started it, maybe it was them, maybe she found them. How Bob's the only peace Brian gets, sometimes (and wow, the images of those two from your NYE piece still make me stop and catch my breath).
Basically, and I think you know, I want to know everything about that world. I'd devour it. Even if it was just something about Bob drumming something absentmindedly, but something good, on the edge of his desk one day in school, and the teacher cracked a ruler over his knuckles for it and gave him detention. And Brian sat looking at Bob's hands, red and sore, and thought, enough.
(Wow, sorry, I have no idea why they're suddenly attending my mother's old primary school. :/ Feel free to ignore all that.)