Reviews for Someone Else's Funeral Song

Reviews For: Someone Else's Funeral Song

R Amythest 2008-06-25 ch 1,	abuseFirst, canon error: "The mark on his hand burns, reminding him of what it isn’t, reminding him that there is another out there with a mark that proves him false." "Pelleas looks at his hand, turns it over, and looks at his mark of the Spirit Charm." Pelleas's mark was confused with Soren's, suggesting that it's also on his forehead. It's never explicitly said, but Soren's mark seemed to have emerged within the period that Almedha had him, and then it was because the 'same' mark was on Pelleas that Almedha believed in him. When it's revealed, he does mention Micaiah washing her hands, but he doesn't say where his own is, though apparently he revealed it while commenting that he's sweating -- pushing aside his scraggly bangs, perhaps? Ah yes, and also for your pre-fic notes -- assumes the normal epilogue with Pelleas alive, and that he had not encountered Soren in 3-F. I don't believe the Ike/Soren bond changes anything said here, actually. Typo: child and adult who’s deaths mean nothing - whose Anal-ness aside, I liked this fic. Pelleas is so cute and pathetic and all the supporting characters (for he's the main character at least here) were written well. The fic kind of ... wanders along, with some sort of vague aim but no climax. It's very Pelleas-y that way. There's a bit of dialogue that feels scripted (the quasi-climax with Almedha), but it flows well for the most part, interruptions and breaks and awkward moments. ... My reviews are always annoyingly short when I have nothing to complain about. I liked it. Fangirlfangirlfangirl. I wanted this to be a substantial review, but I suppose I fail at giving praise. But, well, this was a wonderful way to spend a little break between chapters on hard mode.
Anubuko 2008-04-13 ch 1,	abuseI never thought someone could pull off something like this for Pelleas. In this, I can actually picture him feeling like this, saying those words even if the game doesn't give off much. This was executed frighteningly well and that is really good. ^^ The end really seemed to hurt though-- We have Pelleas feeling a great loss and gain of family, things some people never feel, and then we find out how he's marked down in history. Just a citizen. No one will know what he went through, no one will find out what he actually did in those books. Very nice.
FanGirlRoyLover 2008-04-12 ch 1,	abuseArgh, how could I overlook this fanfic!? It was beautiful! You wrote Pelleas perfectly...about all that went in the back of his mind as his whole future unraveled into an indiscreet and false fading spotlight. Everything you said...it was what I visioned was going in Pelleas' mind, too. But you have such a way with words, unlike I do. XD His theme song also adds a really strong effect to this fanfic. It was so heartbreaking.
Legendary Armor 2007-12-20 ch 1,	abuseOh my god. Pelleas is my favorite Radiant Dawn character, and to see someone write all these things I'd been thinking, and more; it's breathtaking. It feels so real, and Pelleas is just like he is in the game; flawed, but acknowledging it, and strong in his own way. There are so many amazing things about this story; it truly is amazing. Wonderful work!
mister Uknown 2007-12-17 ch 1, anon.	abuseI hate FE's habit of doing that. RD wasn't a bad game by any means, but it sure did not need all that character worship. Excellent fic. We need many Pelleas stories!
weighed and measured 2007-12-16 ch 1,	abusePelleas! I've always had a fondness for him, because he was most of all, flawed, and very human. His character is a real tragedy, especially the first time when you have to kill him uru ;_; I know I'm supposed to be all for the canon-ness that is Sothe/Micaiah, but I've always had a fondness for Pelleas/Micaiah. She's the only one that ever really Anwyays, anyways, fangirling aside, the prose in this is really beautiful, I loved so many lines, you really portrayed each character so well in this, I especially loved the Pelleas and Almedha scene, how it was bitter and yet there was an understanding.

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