Sometimes I think about Wash and how when he got Epsilon, he basically had Alpha in his head. And how maybe he was so insistent about Alpha coming along to finish things at Sidewinder because the Alpha he knew–the Alpha who still had his memories–would have wanted it. And Wash wanted to give him the vengeance he would have wanted if he’d remembered.
And sometimes, of what drove Wash so far and for so long to get that revenge, I wonder how much was Wash’s natural talent for grudges and how much was Alpha’s/Epsilon’s anger.
They’re both so IC - which means there is absolutely zero smoothness in the fic. Yet, they just somehow work together - especially on a tactile and physical level, as well as a mental level.
These lines, strung up side-by-side, giving the impression of Locus’ train of thought within one split second. Which, given how Locus isn’t very verbal most of the time, his thoughts are likely to be sensory, partially emotional, and perhaps physiological. The rhythm is perfect, the words simple. The image, vivid.
Locus has seen those eyes before. Soldier’s eyes.
They steal his breath away.
These lines here - so much subtext in one (Okay, two) sentence/s. I’ve never seen more well-crafted brilliance in my entire life.
Washington looks at Locus, surprise quickly shifting to something more guarded, almost calculating. “Thanks,” he says, tone too level to be truly nonchalant, brushing past Locus on the way out the door.
I’d say the blues adopted Wash but it was more like they realized there was no longer a father figure in their lives so they reverse adopted him. They put him in blue armor and told him “you’re our dad now” and he was like “uh okay”