I loved it! as usual! xD It was very fascinating to read; how Tifa keeps the weapon..very interesting idea/concept! xD

Great writing!

this is cute _ i love the ending!

Hee, I remember this story. Cendri recced it to me a while ago. I figured that it was time for a reread and a review.

I love your description of Hellmasker. Just, love. The fight scene in the rain was beautifully vivid; I loved your description of his face, Tifa's ragged breath, Barret's hand on the barrel of his gun - every bloody thing. I could see it so wonderfully clearly when I was reading it - like watching a movie. Beautifully done.

My favourite tonal bit was the sound of Hellmasker's feet thumping against the run when he lurched to run at Tifa. And the sharp sound I heard - but I don't think you described - when Hellmasker lunged at her in the hold of the Highwind. That metal-on-metal clash. That's one thing that I like in your writing - how you add sound. And sometimes smells. And colour. You have a knack for adding the details that really take your reader someplace.

And, ah, how I loved the way your Tifa described Vincent ... always holding back, with his monsters being more than just proverbial things. It was just - I read that and thought to myself 'Yes, that is Vincent'. You write the dichotomy in him so well... I enjoy picking up the contrast you wrote: the man who'll sleep beside Tifa (I loved that line, btw; the man she sleeps beside every night) vs. that memory she has... both parts of him. It's damned fascinating and you write it really well.

One other favourite bit? Vincent's hesitation before saying 'home?'. I like the feel that they're still trying to learn how to be around each other. How to fit together. That's kinda why I loved Tifa's confession - and how there wouldn't be any more secrets between them. Vincent ... is probably the boy who really -needs- trust in a relationship. Given what he's been through, I liked the way you added that detail in.

You have a Hell of an eye for characterization Dark. ;)

-T. pirate

wow, this was fantastic.

i wish i had more to say, but i'm pretty damn speechless. you come up with the BEST ideas!

you and jess angel and penfeather hooked me onto vincent and tifa fiction. i always thought they would make a fantastic pair.. and hell they are my two most favorite characters, but thanks to you i've been able to fall in love with them in a totally different light.

oh, and my words, as you can see came back to me. i wanted to say that i LOVED to see a story with hellmasker. i'm currently reading the other one you've got. your theory about how all the monsters are simply facets of vincents psyche was fascinating too. (god i sound like an idiot, i'm sorry) anyway. i can be found on livejournal. feel free too add me if you want.

i can be found at misfire_

Brava, brava. This was brilliant and fantastically written. I must ask, what was the object that Tifa held secretly?

I'm at a loss for words on this one, mainly because I was so engrossed in it... All I can think is that only you would be capable of making a story both intensely creepy and completely adorable. I don't think I ever really liked Hellmasker much until you started writing about him. If you ever wrote about Death Gigas I know I'd end up liking him as well, and I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing...

Very nicely done...I really enjoyed reading it. I really liked the part where you were describing part of Hellmasker's mask. And the part of the story where he was chasing down Tifa and Barret. That part I loved.

Wonderful job! Can't wait to read more of your stories!

Huggles!_

Sincerely,

DragonGirl323

Ah. You and your talent for descriptions. I rather liked your Hellmasker. Always had this morbid fascination with...creatures. Thrilling.

And I enjoyed the last part. Sort of like a...hushed moment of intimacy. As always, I enjoyed their light banter. *Sighs*

Hm. And I thought no one was going to write Vincent a birthday fic. Heh. Happy birthday indeed.

A wonderful read, once again. )

You have once again proven you are within your element. I believe I mentioned this in your previous Hellmasker fic, but I love how you make the story flow in with a stillness deceptive of the strong currents underneath. And while most of the action was in retrospective, I still felt a slight fluttering in my chest as Hellmasker moved toward Tifa.

My favorite parts are where he's walking forward and you describe the heaviness of his steps, and I can almost hear the thuds of his footfalls. Also when she's standing in the Highwind and he charges against her to be stopped by the glass barrier. I can see his face pressed against it, his breath fogging the glass, and her throat working to swallow that lump there... damn.

And of course, the part of their confessions. I like how Vincent is portrayed here, while he harbours some insecurities about what memories she may hold, he's not crumbling into a sobbing heap. Excellent work!

One tiny thing that I think you might want to check out: "[...]had, once upon a time, _took_ (should it be 'taken'?) satisfaction in his job, no matter how gruesome or overkill.

Sshh...I'm still at work, don't tell anyone I'm reviewing your fic instead of going over budgets.

What can I say? This is really a wonderful piece and worthy of a Vincent B-day fic and Friday the 13th as well, haha.

I really love the ending now, more so than before. It's that sweetness, you know. Complete trust and love, if only we all could be that lucky.

You do really well with description. Pulling the reader into the story and keeping them there until the very end. And yes, I do appreciate this. So there's no need for the kicking of the Bleu.

wow...wow realy good...no great awsome! love'd it.

You know what I find interesting about this? The pacing.

Your wonderful and detailed descriptions are all there, same as always. The rhythm of your sentences still flows, as it always does. You catch our attention with Tifa's thoughtful musings in the beginning. You stir our blood with talk of battle. You quicken our pulse when Hellmasker starts coming for her.

Yet, you bring us down gently with the last scene between the two of them. It's an intimate thing, listening to their confessions, and it seems a fitting ending for a story more about discoveries than of secrets. It's dark, but there's also light.

Brava! That Bleu had better appreciate it, or I'll kick her.