Wow, this is amazing. The abstract descriptions is great, Love it 3

Your writing is marvelous Zaedah.

I read this story months ago (before I joined ) and the word 'albedineity' has always stuck with me, I definitely wrote it down after reading this. That is one heck of a word!

Your metaphors are incredible, I love the idea of the world being a pizza and Peter is already full of it, such a wonderful image.

What I love most about your writing is that it makes me think, you don't give everything to your readers when they read a fic, the fic requires something of them.

I applaud you.

Interesting take on what Walter did to Peter. I can see how Olivia doesn't now what to make of this new Peter - he always comes across as a scrappy survivor unwilling to give up or in, so this unfailing lack of resistance must be throwing her for a loop. But I love Olivia's grit and determination as well, how she refuses to give in and knows that one day, some day, she'll make things right again. Great piece - keep up the good work!

Another installment in your color theme. :)

'Albedineity' What a word-I can't find it, so I'll take your word for its meaning.

Wow! Metaphor city! I like how you start with him waving the white flag and then come back and end with it. I especially like how you extend the metaphor by having Liv involved in it, chopping the pole holding the flag with her ax, and her trampling the cloth. "Olivia intends to trample the cloth, reverse his surrender and resurrect their bond." Nice and optimistic Bolivia. :)

My fav line:

"Tonight's task, in the unfairness of life, is watching no one doing nothing in the nowhere of now." Well, if no one is doing nothing then that means they're doing something...Gah,I need some Advil. Very rich,Zaedah, but now my head hurts.

I don't know why, but I always like the ones best that are on the border of shippy/not shippy. The ones that are almost neutral. This is one of those.

I will now quote my favorite lines to you:

“Fifteen minutes late and the wrong toppings.”

Oh, how I have missed your lovely metaphors...

"She needs the old Peter, the tease and the heat..."

I swear, that description is beautiful and truthful and amazing.

"But mostly, she thinks about being drunk."

"And maybe, just maybe, she’ll be the one who gets his order right."

This is probably one of the best fics I've read.

Albedineity? Where the heck did you find such a crazy word?