This is just great. The dark rhythms of it, the way it blinks between scenes and Ruby (s) (and Megs, and Sams), the painful disjunct between demon and human life, the way Ruby observes, considers, rivulets and unzipped skin, the subtle play of power, sympathy, dominance, submission, the way things get tried on, from the right words, names, to those scarlet personas; all of piece. Bread crumbs and fairy tales--but it's all in the blood, and the end the blood'll get to. Such a strong (but fine, like a wire running taut under) sense of Ruby's mission. A hint of what it means to be in a body, the vulnerability of a human one, and demon in human and demon on demon. Meg with her twisted mouth. Usedup wet-haired Sam (and his vulnerability, his despair, his darkness for sharing, his talismans). Imminent Dean.
The way you're so conscious of how the sections break (the two that begin with ""Meg, Ruby says" and "Ruby, Sam says,", like echoes <3); the plainspoken poetry of the prose, both lyrical and economical, which is my favorite thing.
(This: "The ordinariness of the name slips through her mouth like water, colorless, odorless, chameleoning its way down her throat like its owner, dipping into her insides and filling her up with the sameness of them both, whispering Demon, demon, I am you, and you are me." And also this: the little litany of "Ruby like the gemstone. Ruby-red like blood. Red like a riding hood" and "Sam like Samuel, Sam like Samson." ) That kind of consciousness of what prose can do without overworking it.
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Date: 2017-04-10 06:47 pm (UTC)The way you're so conscious of how the sections break (the two that begin with ""Meg, Ruby says" and "Ruby, Sam says,", like echoes <3); the plainspoken poetry of the prose, both lyrical and economical, which is my favorite thing.
(This: "The ordinariness of the name slips through her mouth like water, colorless, odorless, chameleoning its way down her throat like its owner, dipping into her insides and filling her up with the sameness of them both, whispering Demon, demon, I am you, and you are me." And also this: the little litany of "Ruby like the gemstone. Ruby-red like blood. Red like a riding hood" and "Sam like Samuel, Sam like Samson." ) That kind of consciousness of what prose can do without overworking it.
The sympathies you conjure up here--complex. <3