Oh man, I love this pairing even more with this new fic! I love how you have all of these cool realistic touches, like Quorra accidentally whacking him in the jaw with her head when she jumped up and the fact that Alan isn't some sex machine Energizer Bunny :P no matter how much he no doubt wishes he was, lol! It makes everything just that much more hotter and sweeter, IMO, when it's not all ultra-romance novel unrealistic. ;)
I have to admit, I hold a secret fondness for Flynn/Quorra in AU terms (meaning I really do love their platonic mentor/apprentice relationship in canon and I adore Sam/Quorra -- and Alan/Lora, for that matter ;) ) but I also like to see a different edge to their relationship in the occasional fic and such.
So I was glad that you addressed that in the way that you did, especially in how Alan handled it. First he was just jealous of the notion but then he worked through it and put it all in terms of his friend being lost and alone, watching his prize creation being corrupted around him, and how Alan wouldn't have begrudged him some comfort.
"But he wasn't alone, Alan. He wasn't alone."
Ooo, then who was it? ;) Hopefully we'll find out the answer eventually! *bats eyelashes fetchingly* ;)
Neither of them heard the soft, barely audible click when the machine came on, and neither of them heard the tones and static of a modem trying to make a connection.
Oh now, I'm KNOW you're not just going to leave it there, right? ;) *rubs hands together eagerly* I'm definitely looking forward to more in this 'verse from you! :D
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Date: 2011-04-25 07:26 am (UTC)I have to admit, I hold a secret fondness for Flynn/Quorra in AU terms (meaning I really do love their platonic mentor/apprentice relationship in canon and I adore Sam/Quorra -- and Alan/Lora, for that matter ;) ) but I also like to see a different edge to their relationship in the occasional fic and such.
So I was glad that you addressed that in the way that you did, especially in how Alan handled it. First he was just jealous of the notion but then he worked through it and put it all in terms of his friend being lost and alone, watching his prize creation being corrupted around him, and how Alan wouldn't have begrudged him some comfort.
"But he wasn't alone, Alan. He wasn't alone."
Ooo, then who was it? ;) Hopefully we'll find out the answer eventually! *bats eyelashes fetchingly* ;)
Neither of them heard the soft, barely audible click when the machine came on, and neither of them heard the tones and static of a modem trying to make a connection.
Oh now, I'm KNOW you're not just going to leave it there, right? ;) *rubs hands together eagerly* I'm definitely looking forward to more in this 'verse from you! :D
Great work, I enjoyed it a bunch! :D ♥!