You know, I sincerely hope, how very much this series has influenced me: Gotham, Chapter 2:
He had changed. He was older now, taller, fully grown. He was moving with unconscious grace, his every sense alert. It was the way he would always move from then on. But his eyes... his beautiful eyes. They were the same. In fact, if it was possible, they looked even more ancient and aware than before.
I know he saw me watching him for he, once again, looked right at me. As before, he bowed his head slightly, but this time, he gave me a little smile as well. I smiled back. He was back, my prince had returned. And I was going to make sure that he never left me again.
It's just...such a wonderful use of the unreliable narrator. Gotham is so joyous and unself-conscious, but we can see the dark possessiveness lurking underneath her words...and yet we can't help but adore her anyway.
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Date: 2008-04-11 02:11 pm (UTC)He had changed. He was older now, taller, fully grown. He was moving with unconscious grace, his every sense alert. It was the way he would always move from then on. But his eyes... his beautiful eyes. They were the same. In fact, if it was possible, they looked even more ancient and aware than before.
I know he saw me watching him for he, once again, looked right at me. As before, he bowed his head slightly, but this time, he gave me a little smile as well. I smiled back. He was back, my prince had returned. And I was going to make sure that he never left me again.
It's just...such a wonderful use of the unreliable narrator. Gotham is so joyous and unself-conscious, but we can see the dark possessiveness lurking underneath her words...and yet we can't help but adore her anyway.