This is an achingly nuanced exploration of the aftermath of an encounter with pure evil, heightened by the juxtaposition of having lived a (prior) life concerned with the theory of evil but not the experience of it. I love the choice of character--the way that you fleshed Nancy out and colored her in between the trauma and the survivor's guilt. The hints of a changed Dean work so well with the ways that she is trying to fit together her own changed pieces, and the glimpse of Sam (is the awkwardness that she senses actually guilt? fear of what he is becoming, what he could become?) at a distance.
The resonance between Dean and Nancy, the way each of your fantastic characterizations heightens the other, makes this read like a lullaby in a minor key--beautiful but eerie with a sense of fragmentation, mourning, and the resilience to keep moving forward. ❤
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Date: 2017-04-06 09:16 pm (UTC)The resonance between Dean and Nancy, the way each of your fantastic characterizations heightens the other, makes this read like a lullaby in a minor key--beautiful but eerie with a sense of fragmentation, mourning, and the resilience to keep moving forward. ❤