
This fic was pulled but remains a classic, available HERE
Description: Three young woman, three young men, a potentially haunted Victorian that's falling apart around their ears, unrequited love, and an up and coming band. Take all that, shake it up, and set it in romantic San Francisco. All human, usual pairings.
I'm so in awe of this story. The response I feel to each chapter is straight up adoration and words never seem adequate. That's probably why I hardly reviewed this story at all.
That ends up happening with a lot of stories that I really like but that already have a gajillion reviews. I don't want to bog the author down when all I'd be doing is gushing and fangirling. So I hold off unless I have something to say.
But after chapter 19, I found that I had a lot to say. Esme calls Edward out on his love for Bella. She becomes that cynical voice that asks if perhaps he is just transferring his notion of his ideal, his muse, onto Bella.
“Don’t you see, darling, you love what you think she is.”
This really made me think about how willing I am to believe in "fate" when I am reading a fic -- as a justification for E & B being together. It doesn't take much to convince me of their love because of how deeply invested I have been in all of these Edwards and Bellas. That I want so much for them to end up together that I never question how they know they are really in love, AND whether that love is real.
But this chapter 19 of The Lost Boys has me questioning how quickly I am willing to jump into bed with the notion of Edward and Bella's love as everlasting, when I'm reading a fanfic. First Esme's words and then Bella's recollection of her professor's words.
"From the darkness, the wretched words of Vandin cut into me. He’ll tell you all the sweet things you want to hear, all that tripe about love, but it’s not you he’s in love with. It’s an ideal he has in his mind, you know that. The more artistic the worse they are. I bet you he’ll call you his muse and write all the music in the world to you. But it’s not you. And in a little while, after he’s had his fill of fucking you, he’ll see the cracks, see you for who you really are, look for that muse somewhere else."
I hadn't really thought about it when he said this initially in the story because of how cruel he was being in saying it. But now, the seed of doubt has been planted. Since then I have been asking myself, How does he know that he loves HER and not the idea of her? I've been searching my brain for instances throughout the story where it is clearly this Bella that he is responding to.
I LOVE that this story plays with this notion! (It offers a nice little commentary on how fate is used in twi fanfiction, especially since so many fics rely on destiny to explain the story of these two lovers.) In The Lost Boys, hwimsey sets this up from the start, when Bella and Edward are told so early on in knowing each other that their love is a connection that is centuries old and lifetimes deep. And now, to force both characters to face their romanticized versions of each other and question who it is that they truly love... gah! It takes this ethereal eternal notion of love and gives it a real-world reckoning.
And the question becomes, will Edward and Bella's love be real enough to get through this reality check. I can't wait to find out!! If this can be reconciled then perhaps their love truly was meant to be!
Also, having the characters actually interacting with the ghosts of other lifetimes, trying to reunite lovers who are meant to be together -- it's a brilliant extension of the threads of fate and love being woven throughout this story.
Oh, and by the way, the hotness that is chapter 20: Home
http://www.twilighted.net/viewstory.php?sid=4516&textsize=0&chapter=20
Yeah... that made it onto the HOTNESS Hall of Fame. Obviously.
Total sidebar: hwimsey has made an AWESOME site for her story with all the links relating to it in there.