 sesshrin devoter 11/25/11 . chapter 1 Is this world really too hard for Sessh and Rin? At least there is a secret santuary where NO OUTSIDE world interferes them. The ending is very good, no lord, no different species, no ranking, just a young man and his grown little lady who congnitively made a choice to follow him and she did not care how people regarded her and him. (Age 14 was legal marriage age in feudal era, old enough to be a mother.)
Nothing on earth is good enough for this gorgeous couple, perhaps Sessh should take her to his mother's floating palace (or build one for her) where she would be honoured as a princess of him. |
 tkplover 11/20/11 . chapter 1It's been a while since you did a stand alone from Sessh's POV and I think Pink Bead Girl's sentence below describes how I feel about this ficlet. 'I am in turn enchanted, delighted, fearful and immersed in sweet sensuality.' Thank you for starting this mini-series, Ravyn! :) |
 Rickashay 11/19/11 . chapter 1Oh, I feel like I should be crying. (I'm not, but I am getting close to it.) It's so nice to read something from you again, I feel like I've been gone for a long time. This is probably the first Sess/Rin story I've read since the last time I gave you a review. It was so sweet and so endearing, even if there is just the slightest amount of drama, it made me so happy. Especially since you mentioned she was fourteen, it was absolutely perfect.
Your writing is so awesome for this type of story. It made me feel so warm and fuzzy, I'll look forward to reading more. And if I end up loosing track of what's going on. Also, fantastic job with he emotions! You are so good at putting their emotions out there so that we can feel that they long for each other but they are still unsure of the other's reaction. It was absolutely perfect. I missed you tons. |
 Pink Bead Girl 11/19/11 . chapter 1Once again I find myself utterly charmed as I am immersed in that soft secret world which is your lovely version of Sesshoumaru and Rin.
I love the hesitations, longings and doubts that plague him, rendering him someone so far removed from austere, unapproachable Lord of the Western Lands. The young man you present here engages me so deeply with his longings and fantasies, so carefully hidden from the world but swirling within him nonetheless.
He wonders why his Rin wants to be with him, unable so see his own beauty both without and within, and I find this so endearing. I feel for him as he panics at the thought of losing her, to something as trivial as cold.
When I look back to the first story I read written by you and travel forward to now, I am delighted to note that while your writing was just lovely back then, it is indeed even lovelier now. Your powers of description grow and grow, I see each scene so very clearly. I am in turn enchanted, delighted, fearful and immersed in sweet sensuality. You run the whole gamut of emotions in your writing, always finding something fresh to tell me on a theme you have expounded upon for so long and so well.
I love the 'voice' that whispers in his head, bringing things to the fore for his consideration whether he wishes it or not. It forces him to face up to things he would otherwise conveniently bury deeply away and I find it all the more interesting that some times it pushes him out of his comfort zone but yet, it is in the right direction after all.
Your description of him slowly divesting himself of his layers of silk is mesmerizing in it's slow burn of beauty, oh how things flutter on the edge of a deep sensuality but that is held in check, deliciously so, by Sesshoumarou's sense of propriety. I love the way you portray him here, hungering yet always thinking of what is right, what is good for his precious Rin.
"Rin…" He whispers against her skin. "
and
"The girl's arms bend and her fingernails scrape the middle of his back, and he squirms in reaction to the stimuli, letting loose a low, hungry growl."
Two of the loveliest sentences in the whole story, they tell such a volume of information of how he feels with nary a word out of place, nary a word that could be thought 'wrong' in any way, just full of longing yet to be fulfilled.
Thank you once again for something to dream through and with the promise of more to come yet again. 'twas a pleasure indeed. |