🌹 sorry if I’m actually being crazy but I can not rest until I read this bear fic you have their voices down so well and that is not an easy thing to do!! I’m obsessed
PLEASE do not apologize it's so so lovely to hear that people are interested in this fic and it's ESPECIALLY lovely to hear that you think i've got their voices down when i hold your own fic in such high esteem!! thank you so much MWAH <3 here's a bit from the first chapter (which just hit 10k eep):
He does recall… something. Tina. Materializing out of thin air at his elbow has he stirred the pot with the broth. It’d been boiling, and it should’ve been simmering, and he’d been determinedly circling the spoon through it until Tina scared the ever-loving shit out of him. “Jeff,” she’d said. He remembers the cadence of her voice. That’s how he can trust that this, at least, was true. “Jeffrey.” It had taken a second for Carmy’s brain to make contact with his mouth. “Huh? What? What, what’s—what’s wrong, what’d I—” “Nah, nothing’s wrong,” Tina had said. There’d been a furrowed crease between her brows; for what reason, Carmy hadn’t been able to parse, and he still couldn’t. “Just… you doin’ okay, baby?” “What? Yeah, I’m fuckin’—I’m fuckin’ fine, and you should’ve said behind, T—” “Behind,” Tina’d said, rolling her eyes. “C’mon, Carm. I know you. You talk to Richie since last night?” And Carmy has no idea what happened after that because his entire body had gone numb and far-away. No, he hadn’t talked to Richie. He hasn’t talked to Richie. The more important thing is, there’s no fucking way Richie wants to talk to him. Which. Carmy can’t blame him, he can’t blame him for any of it, because it was his fault. His fault. His fault. If Richie’s decided to leave, to go off somewhere nice and sunny and Carmy-less like fucking… Los Angeles, or some shit, it’s only Carmy that’s responsible. But: No Richie. Carmy can’t remember much, but he remembers the absence of his cousin. It had clawed its way in through the fog. It had made itself felt.
