Wow, good job. Personnally, I'm a Soubi x Ritsuka fan, but that was really good too. :)

Oh, I just realized upon rereading that I never left you a review over here! I know I've told you this before, in person, even, but this is one of my very favorite Loveless fics. It so perfectly encapsulates Soubi and Seimei's relationship, and Soubi's sensitivity and hyperawareness and his passion for art (the bristles were gasping, I loved that line!) and how fragile he is, yet somehow strong still, and Seimei just the opposite, coming on strong yet also fragile. I'm pretty sure this is the only fragile!Seimei fic I've ever read, but you know it has to be true: all mentally ill people are terribly fragile on the inside.

I just really appreciate how much you GET Loveless. I know we've talked about this, but LL to me is like this intricately carved marble statue, like the reliquary of a blessed saint, one that will only reveal its secrets if you study it closely and whisper to it softly. To those who have seen its hallowed insides it has inestimable value, but others pass it by like just another piece in a crowded museum, or latch on to it for superficial reasons, like "OMG, Mona Lisa has like, pretty hair!" *eyeroll* And sometimes it just makes me really sad.

I can't even explain to most people why I like so much it or how much it means to me... I even brought it to my therapist one time, and showed him that picture of Soubi with his head in Ritsuka's lap where he's tied up, but I could tell he didn't really get it. To me that scene just speaks volumes, and if you look at it and don't get it, I just feel like you don't get me. The first time I saw that, I remember because my sempai brought vol 6 back from Japan, and it was just so devastating, just catching a glimpse of it, and I slammed the book closed, and...

Anyway, not to emo along, but I love this, and I love you, and I'm so glad you're my friend and you get it and... yeah. *hugs* _

Oh my! This is the best of your Loveless fics I've read. Your poetic language really works - the scene is sharp and intriguing, and I felt so very strongly for Soubi. There's a real sense of darkness threading through this fic.

“I can see why you’re so depressed all the time. Your art is like a disease.”

My favourite line. Seimei is so cold and ferocious - and the way he says things just makes me want to cry for Soubi.

How beautiful you write, thank you so much for sharing this wonderfully emotional story.