You know, I was just getting ready to leave you a gushing comment about your writing elsewhere, and I realized I had not ever commented on this story, despite having raved about it for months now to other people, and having recced it ten or twelve times in various places. I am a little behind the curve. *g*

I think this story was one of the formative stories for me in Merlin fandom (as I was burning through fic like wildfire late last year), because it is so spectacularly good. I mean, I was not about Gwaine at all, and then I read this, and I fell in love with him completely. It's almost like you breathed life into Gwaine, made him a full and rounded character with dreams and desires and connections and skills and doubts, and I was so invested in him by the time this story was over that I could not imagine Merlin being with anyone else, because he was Gwaine's. Considering how hard-core OTP I was before that moment, it's kind of amazing. *g*

Everything about this story is stunning, really. It has such an epic feel, such beautifully drawn characterizations. Lancelot! Gareth! Gwaine's pining and longing for Merlin, and their eventual reunion, is so gorgeous. I don't know. I'm not really doing the story justice; my feedback isn't adequate to the amount of love I have for the story. It is one of my all-time favorites, in any fandom.