I still come to this and enjoy it profusely. The wonders of it. Still getting an emotion of out me and hitting hard. My heart. Love it always and I dont think I'll stop thinking of this work. Thank you dear.

Some one recomended this fic and i love it so thank you so much _ * deep sigh* the ending was perfect and i literally broke in two and got the pieces back together. If i read it in ao3, iwouldof left a kudos *smooch* awesome work

Awwww

This story is AMAZING. Dark and broken and sweet and longing and complicated and perfect. I have a particular fondness for the broken ones, people who would have been good if they weren't so hurt and lonely. You do a wonderful job exploring the hurt that twists those people, the desire to help them, and how that hurt can lash out and paint the people who get to close to them with it as well. And yet I really do think Robbie is helping Sportacus grow. Robbie knows there's no use ignoring the truth, and though it hurts, Sportacus will grow from this, perhaps as a better hero. There was a moment in this chapter where they almost become two sides to the same coin. I can very easily imagine a person who behaves like both of them- lonely and broken, yet pretending to be fine so other people are happy. Sportacus is broken too, but with that realization maybe both of them can be fixed. And oh my gosh, the kissing part at the end. How adorable is that?

Needs more smut :3

I think this story is cute! I love it.

I loved it. Great story, well-written, and quite philosophical. The thing about the picture, either one of the things actually (him being an elf with elves and the whole "he can't leave" thing), hadn't occurred to me at all. The question of "Who am I?" versus "Who did I think I was?" was a very nice touch that made me think about who I am as a person, if I strip everything away. Very, very nice. Stories that make me examine myself are so rare these days!

Then, of course, there's the fact that it's SportaRobbie. I try not to read those, because they're usually established ship and pointless fluff, but this one's really broken the ground for angst and darkness. Great job!

Much loves,

Tiff

Addition: But then again, you already knew these things. :)

Next time I could check the author before I tell her exactly the same things I've told her earlier. Yeap, this is what I'll do. *makes a note to self*

I don't know what exactly did you make me feel, but I'm trembling somewhere near my heart. It's all fuzzy and shocked, relieved and touched. Quite a writer, that's what you are.

I love your dialogues. They are credible and natural, something that people might actually say in such situations.

Robbie was somewhat scary in chapter 3 when he started to look a bit insane, but that's what he supposed to look at that given moment. I've always thought that the man has some issues and a bad history (yeah, yeah, getting psychological about a kid's show ... me?), but I never thought he might actually lost it. I was afraid Sportacus would push him over the edge in this fic, but ... phwew, I was wrong.

But back to your writing. I like your skill to choise the words when you're writing dialogues. Continuous "he said", "said Sportacus" would make the whole dialogue feel stiff and dull. But you choose correct words to tell more than the characters say and make the reader to live the moment. Though I might not be the right person to appraise, since I'm not a native speaker.

However, as you can offer a world in just a few words, you seem to hang in that ability. Most of the time you manage not to horry with the situation, but neither do you give it time to get deeper. The final chapter is a major exception: it's abundant. Much doesn't happen, actually, but one situation gets prolonged and prolonged untill it softly glides to another situation, which is the kissing. Personally I like it. I was so worried about the poor guys all the way to the end.

"W-will they, or... They can't just leave now and continue their normal life, they can't. But they might. Oh, c'mon boys, be sensible, please."

I would want to see more of these abundant chapters and fics, but compared to majority, this fic really is one of the few deeper ones. Heh, but then again, there might be a reason why ficcers write fics and novelists write novels.

Finally, I want to give you credit to your plot as a whole. Even though I expected (and hoped) a happy ending, I really couldn't tell what was coming. Great job keeping the story together. It isn't easy to let characters really close to each other and in thoughtful situations, without loosing the direction of the plot. (But it's dangerously fun to tease the poor characters!)

So, thank you and keep up the good work! I enjoyed — the whole night, I see. Phwew, I really should get some sleep. Thanks again!

"During the summer they’re the color of glacial lakes. During the winter it’s a summer sky. Freakiest eyes I’ve ever seen"

daw...hee hee hee...aw!

Very nice ending.

awesome last chapter! i just love your stories. i'd even go so far as to say that you have single-handedly gotten me back into reading fanfiction. you're just that good.

Yay! cute ending. Great story.

Who~ happy ending I luv it. Looking forward to read the sequel of PBBS, but I think you know that by now

aww, only one chapter left... well, i'm looking forward to it!