Inyssa
Bug Catcher
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I went into this not reading the CWs, which wasn't really a mistake but I wasn't expecting the reveal halfway through the story that Rawi was dead, and it definitely had its intended impact because it left me kinda frozen for a few seconds, until the pieces started falling together. Damn. That's really rough, not just for someone as young as our MC but for anyone, especially when you don't have a support network and your family has a history of ignoring these things.
The start, abrupt as it was, made me feel a little lost at first mostly because of the first person POV and lack of descriptions, but I think it works really well on a short reread of that scene, feeling less real and more dream-like in a way. After that though, the descriptions are deliciously detailed, not just painting a picture but giving it context with the character's pasts and their history with said vistas, and with the Lapras that was always there for them. You have a real gift for mixing atmosphere and emotion. When our MC describes the sea, whether day or night or in storm, there's always some fresh melancholy there, which quickly and sharply turns into an outburst of pain and unsaid words as the Hoopa thing unveils and it's revealed that our MC was intending on following Riwi's footsteps.
I really, really like how strange and ambiguous that scene was. It felt almost like magical realism, only that can never really exist in a world like that of Pokemon, lol. But still, that scene was absolutely the gem of the fic for me. The waves crashing the MC against the bottle, the Lapras desperately trying to break through them, the unsaid words that feel like a knife to both of their chests... It was a punch to the face of a scene.
Oof. Big, big oof. Still, that last scene as our MC stares ahead at the ocean, alone, and doesn't quite reach an epiphany but at least resolves to say Hello, Goodbye, I love you one last time, was a nice balm to the pain, bittersweet though it may be. And sometimes that's all you need for your luck to start to change. Even if that luck is an old friend coming back to you.
Wonderful, wonderful one-shot. I'm so glad I found this; it felt so raw and real and I have nothing but praises for it. I aspire to character writing as good as this.
The start, abrupt as it was, made me feel a little lost at first mostly because of the first person POV and lack of descriptions, but I think it works really well on a short reread of that scene, feeling less real and more dream-like in a way. After that though, the descriptions are deliciously detailed, not just painting a picture but giving it context with the character's pasts and their history with said vistas, and with the Lapras that was always there for them. You have a real gift for mixing atmosphere and emotion. When our MC describes the sea, whether day or night or in storm, there's always some fresh melancholy there, which quickly and sharply turns into an outburst of pain and unsaid words as the Hoopa thing unveils and it's revealed that our MC was intending on following Riwi's footsteps.
I really, really like how strange and ambiguous that scene was. It felt almost like magical realism, only that can never really exist in a world like that of Pokemon, lol. But still, that scene was absolutely the gem of the fic for me. The waves crashing the MC against the bottle, the Lapras desperately trying to break through them, the unsaid words that feel like a knife to both of their chests... It was a punch to the face of a scene.
Oof. Big, big oof. Still, that last scene as our MC stares ahead at the ocean, alone, and doesn't quite reach an epiphany but at least resolves to say Hello, Goodbye, I love you one last time, was a nice balm to the pain, bittersweet though it may be. And sometimes that's all you need for your luck to start to change. Even if that luck is an old friend coming back to you.
Wonderful, wonderful one-shot. I'm so glad I found this; it felt so raw and real and I have nothing but praises for it. I aspire to character writing as good as this.