Beautiful take on the Little Mermaid, darling. Our songbird Archie not being able to sing, being calmed by the vibrations of Cook's song, makes my eyes fill with tears.
It wasn't until later, after the show, when David saw him again, signing, sorry, sorry, sorry! at one of the other patrons, that he'd realized, had approached Archie and signed did you ring for a translator?
Archie had stared up at him for a second, clearly surprised, and David had added, without knowing why, my brother had brain cancer; we had to pick it up pretty quick.
This is incredible writing, bb. And the Thai food grace note, and the fact that finally, Archie's on the Madison Square Garden stage, and David finally sees him, sees THIS:
David's heart is like a sledgehammer against his ribs, going so fast, so hard, that he can barely breathe. He takes a shaky step forward, anyway, away from the mic, then another. I know we weren't ready the last time we talked about this, he signs, clumsily. But it's been a while now, and I know more about you than I thought I'd ever know about anyone.
Cook, Archie signs back, and then stops, covers his mouth with his hand instead.
I know what you look like when you wake up in the morning, David continues, stronger now, and his next step forward is more confident. I know you love watching musicals. I know you'd make an amazing pianist. I know you think Bubbles should be your favorite Powerpuff Girl, but you like Buttercup more. I know that you have six different smiles. I know how terrible you are at crossword puzzles. I know I'll never be half the cook that you are, despite my namesake.
Archie laughs a little, at that, the light catching in his hair, his smile, and David feels his eyes start to burn.
I know how it feels when you listen to me sing, right here, David adds, pressing his palm to his chest, over his heart, And I know nothing else will ever feel the same way.
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It wasn't until later, after the show, when David saw him again, signing, sorry, sorry, sorry! at one of the other patrons, that he'd realized, had approached Archie and signed did you ring for a translator?
Archie had stared up at him for a second, clearly surprised, and David had added, without knowing why, my brother had brain cancer; we had to pick it
up pretty quick.
This is incredible writing, bb. And the Thai food grace note, and the fact that finally, Archie's on the Madison Square Garden stage, and David finally sees him, sees THIS:
David's heart is like a sledgehammer against his ribs, going so fast, so hard, that he can barely breathe. He takes a shaky step forward, anyway, away from the mic, then another. I know we weren't ready the last time we talked about this, he signs, clumsily. But it's been a while now, and I know more about you than I thought I'd ever know about anyone.
Cook, Archie signs back, and then stops, covers his mouth with his hand instead.
I know what you look like when you wake up in the morning, David continues, stronger now, and his next step forward is more confident. I know you love watching musicals. I know you'd make an amazing pianist. I know you think Bubbles should be your favorite Powerpuff Girl, but you like Buttercup more. I know that you have six different smiles. I know how terrible you are at crossword puzzles. I know I'll never be half the cook that you are, despite my namesake.
Archie laughs a little, at that, the light catching in his hair, his smile, and David feels his eyes start to burn.
I know how it feels when you listen to me sing, right here, David adds, pressing his palm to his chest, over his heart, And I know nothing else will ever feel the same way.
THIS, darling.