They weren’t words in any language Kurogane could recognize. This language was —older, somehow, brought from lands beyond even the furthest edges of the world. He almost opened his mouth to ask Fai how he was supposed to sing songs in a language he didn’t know when he heard the soft sound of Fai whistling and suddenly he felt his mouth form the words anyway. Dimly he could feel the ground shaking beneath him, hear the low rumblings of the monster so close to them, but his whole body seemed to be consumed by Fai’s words in his mind and Fai’s whistle in his ears, and Kurogane sang.
The world shook, and Kurogane sang.
1. How well did this fic fit the prompt? 10/10
Holy hell, this was magnificent. The quakes, the rising deeps, the blood of the gods in the twisting Threads that turn the water red- the world sinking under the waves and the despair of knowing that soon the sea would take everything. This is a world ending, drowning, and you wrote it in magnificent style. This felt like reading an old legend, the kind of story you can find bound in cracked leather, the kind of story you sit and read on a dark night with a storm howling outside and rattling the windows, and I sat there and read this in one sitting with my jaw dropped open.
You knocked this one out of the ballpark, out of the damn stratosphere. This fic was absolutely apocalyptic in the best possible wat and I loved every second of it.
2. How well written was the fic? 10/10
Your words are haunting and bleak and starkly, strangely beautiful; I felt this story close over my head and pull me in deep without a ripple and I loved every second of it. I loved the foreshadowing; I cottoned onto the hinting that Fai was a selkie in about chapter five, I think, but I didn't expect the twists in that tale, and the chapter that recounted the life of his mother- oh, my heart. You nailed the character intepretations, and Fei Wang Reed was chilling. Also the bone-ship gave me literal chills, holy fuck. That thing was just... wrong. Brrr. Well done to you for painting such a visceral picture I had to wince in disgust at the sheer wrongness of it.
I loved how you made FWR an effective villain in this too, with a scheme as grand as the one he created in TRC itself. Also, I totally thought the lizard henchshadow thing was Rondart for most of the fic, just so you know.
3. How much did I enjoy this fic overall? 10/10
Fai closed his eye, breathing deeply of the ocean air.
“The people of Valeria forgot what the goddess told them, and that was why it began to fail at the end. That was never a song that was meant to be sung alone.”
He looked at Kurogane then and smiled, bright as the sun that shone down on him. Kurogane felt his breath catch and coughed to cover it.
I can't wax lyrical enough. I was amazed by this, and I'm so glad I read it. Thank you much for participating this year, and writing something so brilliant for the prompt.
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The world shook, and Kurogane sang.
1. How well did this fic fit the prompt? 10/10
Holy hell, this was magnificent. The quakes, the rising deeps, the blood of the gods in the twisting Threads that turn the water red- the world sinking under the waves and the despair of knowing that soon the sea would take everything. This is a world ending, drowning, and you wrote it in magnificent style. This felt like reading an old legend, the kind of story you can find bound in cracked leather, the kind of story you sit and read on a dark night with a storm howling outside and rattling the windows, and I sat there and read this in one sitting with my jaw dropped open.
You knocked this one out of the ballpark, out of the damn stratosphere. This fic was absolutely apocalyptic in the best possible wat and I loved every second of it.
2. How well written was the fic? 10/10
Your words are haunting and bleak and starkly, strangely beautiful; I felt this story close over my head and pull me in deep without a ripple and I loved every second of it. I loved the foreshadowing; I cottoned onto the hinting that Fai was a selkie in about chapter five, I think, but I didn't expect the twists in that tale, and the chapter that recounted the life of his mother- oh, my heart. You nailed the character intepretations, and Fei Wang Reed was chilling. Also the bone-ship gave me literal chills, holy fuck. That thing was just... wrong. Brrr. Well done to you for painting such a visceral picture I had to wince in disgust at the sheer wrongness of it.
I loved how you made FWR an effective villain in this too, with a scheme as grand as the one he created in TRC itself. Also, I totally thought the lizard henchshadow thing was Rondart for most of the fic, just so you know.
3. How much did I enjoy this fic overall? 10/10
Fai closed his eye, breathing deeply of the ocean air.
“The people of Valeria forgot what the goddess told them, and that was why it began to fail at the end. That was never a song that was meant to be sung alone.”
He looked at Kurogane then and smiled, bright as the sun that shone down on him. Kurogane felt his breath catch and coughed to cover it.
I can't wax lyrical enough. I was amazed by this, and I'm so glad I read it. Thank you much for participating this year, and writing something so brilliant for the prompt.