I haven't cried this much over a fic since Cybele crushed my heart.
In addition to wrenching my heart out through my throat, this fic is beautifully written. Each description is luminous; you have a delicacy of touch that is incredibly effective. And the eroticism you injected into the story is just right--so subtle and so devastating.
I'm jealous. There, I admitted it. This kind of writing makes me feel like I am wielding a bludgeon when I write, whilst you use a very fine brush.
Keep on writing, keep on writing!
And I'm mad that you made me cry. Stupid emotions.,