Okay, the first drabble was undoubtedly fantastic. I love stories on Al's lost memories and what he does - and does not- remember. The tone of the story was... for want of a better term: 'very Al'. I remember reading somewhere that someone described your style as 'saying a lot by saying very little', I would have to agree 100%. Al's attitudes, thoughts and actions feel amazingly in character, the whole play of emotions and actions came out as very visual. The scene with the harvested wheat was quite, quite evocative. That will stick in my mind for a while.
The 2nd drabble is the one I truly loved. The symbolism of comparing Ed to Icarus - an idea which gets wider and develops more interpretations the more I think about it O_o - was just... impeccable. Hoenheim's thoughts on his son are so sad, and yet so detached at the same time, as if he were looking at Ed from a distant future, where all has passed. At least, that was the impression I got. He says he cannot save him, but there was little he could do, at any rate, after Trisha died.
Ed's behaviour was also beautifully in character. You truly captured his obsessive, self-destructive and passionate tendency to jump into things and sink with them. Through Hoenheim's eyes, he became vividly intense. The tone of the drabble was just lovely, one can almost sense the distance-and-similarities between both father and son, and the undercurrent of feelings between them (more hate on Ed's side, here, which was also nice).
The smell of ink and old dusty papers followed him like a cloud
Another image that will stick around. ^_^ Your writings really ARE very 'sensory' (?). I like how you combine the character's physical action with their feelings, and add to that other cues, such as Ed smelling of dust and ink... it makes for a very complete, very absorbing picture.
Ah... I've been wanting to comment on your stuff for a while, but I always get bashful and then don't. ^^ <-- sht00pid individual... I read your stuff back when you were into YYH. Which makes me one of the slowest reviewers in history, methinks. I should so comment on that other FMA fic you wrote, about Ed's reaction to Roy being Fuhrer... Hm... will do so sometime this week. ^__^ To make up for years of non-commenting: *hangs head*
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The 2nd drabble is the one I truly loved. The symbolism of comparing Ed to Icarus - an idea which gets wider and develops more interpretations the more I think about it O_o - was just... impeccable. Hoenheim's thoughts on his son are so sad, and yet so detached at the same time, as if he were looking at Ed from a distant future, where all has passed. At least, that was the impression I got. He says he cannot save him, but there was little he could do, at any rate, after Trisha died.
Ed's behaviour was also beautifully in character. You truly captured his obsessive, self-destructive and passionate tendency to jump into things and sink with them. Through Hoenheim's eyes, he became vividly intense. The tone of the drabble was just lovely, one can almost sense the distance-and-similarities between both father and son, and the undercurrent of feelings between them (more hate on Ed's side, here, which was also nice).
The smell of ink and old dusty papers followed him like a cloud
Another image that will stick around. ^_^ Your writings really ARE very 'sensory' (?). I like how you combine the character's physical action with their feelings, and add to that other cues, such as Ed smelling of dust and ink... it makes for a very complete, very absorbing picture.
Ah... I've been wanting to comment on your stuff for a while, but I always get bashful and then don't. ^^ <-- sht00pid individual... I read your stuff back when you were into YYH.
Which makes me one of the slowest reviewers in history, methinks. I should so comment on that other FMA fic you wrote, about Ed's reaction to Roy being Fuhrer... Hm... will do so sometime this week. ^__^ To make up for years of non-commenting: *hangs head*