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*sighs* I am truly still delighted at what's coming out of my desire to sit Harold Finch and Simon Illyan down for a really good chat, but oh dear, I wish this fic didn't feel it needs to have significant plot and pacing and stuff like that. I'm at a point of decision where I could either go on and let Harold tell Simon the whole backstory, or I could skip merrily on to another section where what he's said is revealed otherwise, though how I have no idea, because no one else knows, not even John Reese, and Simon will hardly want to tell anyone else about it (well, possibly Cordelia, but I've done the Simon-confesses-to-Cordelia bit in "Sparrow"). So I suppose just going on past the wants-to-be-a-dramatic-pause moment is the best solution. Let's See What Happens.
This is at least easier than it was before my nap. I haven't been out of the house all day; it's a nasty cold, with serious brain-impairing capabilities, but it may improve tomorrow.
Favorite line in the story so far:
...Don't you think he might have left the trail of... bird-crumbs in place for his continued amusement, and then been caught short, so to speak, before he could replace it with something more plausible?" Caught short was ImpSec for shot by Vordarian's guards while escaping with young Emperor Gregor, dying soon afterwards in great pain and uncertain triumph.
But tell us how you really feel about Negri, Harold (which is another reason to keep going; I do actually want him to).
Speaking of Harold and unpleasant people, if the very few "Person of Interest" fans here haven't yet read Point of a Pistol, go do so as soon as you have time for 25K words of Rootastic pitch-perfect adventure with bonus Finch/Reese. I also admired on admin error {execute contingency plan} despite its sad premise. Those are my only Yuletide recs to date (I'm sure I will get to more when I'm done poking at this story *pokes*).
This is at least easier than it was before my nap. I haven't been out of the house all day; it's a nasty cold, with serious brain-impairing capabilities, but it may improve tomorrow.
Favorite line in the story so far:
...Don't you think he might have left the trail of... bird-crumbs in place for his continued amusement, and then been caught short, so to speak, before he could replace it with something more plausible?" Caught short was ImpSec for shot by Vordarian's guards while escaping with young Emperor Gregor, dying soon afterwards in great pain and uncertain triumph.
But tell us how you really feel about Negri, Harold (which is another reason to keep going; I do actually want him to).
Speaking of Harold and unpleasant people, if the very few "Person of Interest" fans here haven't yet read Point of a Pistol, go do so as soon as you have time for 25K words of Rootastic pitch-perfect adventure with bonus Finch/Reese. I also admired on admin error {execute contingency plan} despite its sad premise. Those are my only Yuletide recs to date (I'm sure I will get to more when I'm done poking at this story *pokes*).
