Clio's writing journal

I just read this again as I luxuriated in my snow morning and god, it's still so really wonderful and cute. I love Duckie as the proto-gay-best-friend and he just feels so lovely and young and innocent and oddly full of wonder for a boy who just had his heart so broken. I mean, that's the joy of Duckie - that he is so full of life and the innate capacity to enjoy it even when things have gone to shit and still be like, huh, will you look at that. He reminds me of one of my kids that way (I bet you can guess which) and it really comes through in the reading of this.

Anyway. Yay! Warm summer fic for this long-delayed-winter!