Comment on Defective & the Defect

  1. insideascarecrow on Chapter 3 Sat 09 Aug 2025 10:35AM UTC

    >“No”, she wheezed, froth running from the corner of her mouth. “Not for her. Never.”
    i dont know what to say, i just really enjoyed this dialogue. i love how you write the both of them. quanxi's demeanour in the way she holds herself in the paragraphs following, & how reze feels in relation to that.
    & then her figuring out how to push the convo forward is so very charming!!
    "The silence stretched out. Reze frowned at her foiled attempt at intrigue. Let’s try something else. She sat up and drew her knees to her chest, then wrapped her arms around them as if huddling for warmth. Turning her head shyly away, she said, softly, “I’ve never met another girl like myself before. It’s…nice.” Almost entirely a lie."
    ^ oh my god??! reminded me of the 'kinship' from the first chapter. reze is so contrived...
    "“I…don’t have anywhere to go.” A truth. Reze continued rubbing a hand up and down her upper arm. Look at me, I’m so cold and vulnerable. “Do you have any extra room at your place?” Think of all the empty space you have now, so lonely."
    ^ i genuinely started laughing at this. this foolish girl.
    "She tilted her head to the side, letting her dark hair fall in her face, and batted her eyelashes just a little bit. Quanxi had called her pretty, right?"
    the way she thinks of desire,! oh, dear...
    "Some unpleasant emotion was bubbling up within Reze. Jealousy? Anger? Quanxi wasn’t helping: the immaculately dressed staff smiled and greeted her, as if she wasn’t bare as a baby. Reze was hardly shy when it came to her own body — she showed it off when she needed to, but made efforts to cover herself when she did not. " im sorry if i keep pasting all the particularities of your reze in here but the manner in which she thinks of her body & the way she's ,, upset at something she cant quite fit into this narrative,, is just really good stuff.
    that and the "conversation starters". fish out of water dragging herself into mirages.
    "Any shyness about her own body would now be an unacceptable display of weakness. " GOD...
    "What Quanxi described had been her deepest, darkest, most shameful desire at her greatest moments of weakness: lying in bed, praying for some caring, powerful stranger to whisk her away. In the morning after, she would get up and get over it. The truth was that, most of the time, she liked what she did. She was good at it. But the more time she spent outside, the more she came to realise — I have been treated badly. It was an absolutely humiliating realisation to have. I am a victim. She railed against the thought. And for those Fiends, that unspeakable dream had come true. Quanxi was all their imagined childhood saviours come to life, but those girls had died all the same." my face went blank as i got further in this para. just wow. her savior as dreamed, her refusal to admit it, the lightness in her voice later,,,!?

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