Oh, dear, you spoil me so much <3 So, one month later, I finally drop by to reply to this:
From Chain Reaction, one of my Borderlands fics:
Mordecai opened his mouth, probably to say something self-deprecating or sarcastic, so Brick cut in. “Don’t do that. Don’t try to tell me I’m wrong or lying just ‘cause you don’t like yourself right now.”
He knew that game already, how Mordecai would make scathing comments about himself, and how there was simply no answer he liked - reassurances, dismissal, questions - because deep down all Mordecai wanted was for Brick to agree that he was a terrible person.
Now, I have a looong list of favorite quotes from Caught on Fire, so it was hard to choose only two:
They looked at each other, at an impasse of guilt and apologies. They’d both done what they thought was best, and it still had ended up wrong - and that was a hard thing to live with.
Mordecai was thinking of how to say what he wanted to say next, so it surprised him to hear the words already coming out of his mouth.
“I always thought he loved me more. I felt bad about it, sometimes. Like I… wasn’t trying hard enough, or giving back enough. Appreciating him enough. Then he was dead, and I…” He closed his eyes, and could see the cave ceiling clearly against the back of his eyelids. “Then he wasn’t, and all I could think of was that I had to find him, that I had a second chance to do better. But it wasn’t enough. Too little, too late. He just picked up everything and left, just like that. Never even looked back.” Mordecai chuckled bitterly. “And I’m like: ‘what do I do with this?’ All this love I didn’t even know I had, I didn’t even know I was capable of. It seemed so small next to his, and now it’s everywhere.” He rubbed his face and made to stand up.
Bonus round: this one, that I’ve quoted so many times, but that I still like a lot. It’s from Slipping, which I need to re-write:
You’d think piecing and stitching herself back together wouldbecome easier with practice, and in a way it has: she knows how to sewand she knows she will succeed. But getting broken gets more unnervingand the edges more jagged each time - more pieces get lost in theconfusion.
Shepard wonders what she will look like at the end of herreconstruction, inside and out. Is she anything besides patchwork bynow?
Thank you for sending me this and again, I’m sorry it took me so long to reply <3
-For every 💬 I get in my inbox, I’ll post a quote from my own writing that I’m proud of!