... It was tragically beautiful. Poor Allen, poor Mikk.. Uwa.. /can't write anymore because they're too busy crying their heart out/

I think this has to be my favorite fic ever. I first read it, what, two or three years ago? Damn. It's so well written and the story pulls me in every time I read it and the way you wrote these characters was so amazing and I just. I've read this whole thing several times, and I always cry.

Great job :)

I've read this over a couple times now and it seems that I cry more each successive time. ( -.- ) Where's the logic in that, brain?
Very touching. I particularly liked that sex scene where they're both halfway meeting in reality yet at the same time Allen's floating off in his own little dreamworld. And every time I read about them forgetting the things around them, I feel a chill run up my spine.
Allen's been wonderful to read too. And I too hope he finds happiness in another fic.
Thank you,
Glass Paneling

Uwaaahhh Allen! QAQ
I love this. I love all of this. If only it could be personified as a plushie so I could cuddle it!
The almost dream-like style of writing at times, Tyki's personification, Allen's point of view...
TAT I can't express my overflowing adoration!
And this story makes me so sad...
Well, good luck with whatever you're working on right now.
Kanpai,
Scarlet

oh the feels...-cries in corner- this was so sad and sweet and amazing! and I'm sorry but I laughed like a loon at the mr. beauty mark moment lolz

Wow, have I not review this story yet?
Anyway...
I hate you.
You have made me start shipping.
You have made me love Poker Pair.
Lol, but seriously, I love you for making this story. It is beautiful perfection.

Wow. I would just like to say that you're really good at capturing a readers' heart with your writing. I have yet to read any of your newer fics, but by this one alone I can tell that you'll soon be deemed as one of my favorite writers. Very creative, with your words and the overall plotline of this ficlit. Everything flowed beautifully, and wow did this remind me of what a tragic and great a pair Poker Pair is.

I did not expect this to be as heart-wrenching as it was. Normally, I would leave a very long review and take my time to point out my favorite scenes and what I liked most about the characterization in here - which was spot-on by the way - but It's been three years since this story hit the net and I'm always a bit iffy about reviewing for older fics..

But god, okay I'll just say this: Neah and Allen's relationship made me want to cry, hurt/comfort/hurt/comfort in all its beauty and that's exactly how it should be. Tyki's obsession with feeling Allen's heart is, ugh I don't know why but it's just something that struck me pretty hard as lovely, of all things. I especially liked the lack of love in this. It's everywhere in this fic and yet it's no where to be found. At least IMO.

Anyway, lovely story. This is something that I'll remember a few months from now and look back on for its magnificence. And that's something that seldom happens with fanfiction.

dame-Rae

I love this so freakin much. No matter how many times I've read it (which is quite a few times), it still makes me cry. Seriously, as I am writing this I am wiping away the little tears from my eyes. Sorry that I never reviewed this before.

This is so beautiful. Such a magnificent piece of work that hits on mind-boggling themes like the disintegration of the self. It comes off as painfully honest (hello, first person narration!) Allen's voice is really remarkable - he's not really /fighting/ against Nea's takeover, per se; it's hard to fight when the prisoner in your body isn't particularly happy about their impending release. Tyki through Allen's eyes was breathtaking - it's such a sympathetic but authentic portrayal of him, totally free of all sentimentality. The harrowing resignation evoked by the sometimes straightforward, sometimes stream-of-consciousness style feels like something out of a dream, or nightmare, one in which events occur; events in your own mindscape that you know you should be able to control, but actually exist outside the purview of your subconscious. The setting - the recurring imagery of the full moon, the gritty atmosphere of the bar, reality juxtaposed with the intangible quality of the dreamscape - was wonderful. I could start speculating on how, as the story progresses, Allen seems to become removed from reality itself, so much so that his conduct in the relatively familiar and "normal" setting of the Order becomes abnormal (that "Sprout-Kanda?" scene? It gave me chills) as opposed to his behaviour when he's with Tyki - scarily, that is what starts to become "normal" for him. Perhaps I'm reading too much into this? Regardless, there seems to be power behind your words. I think I might have to read this again, just for the sheer style and originality.

Oh. My. God. I have never read such a great fanfic! This actually made me cry. I also love all your other stories. Keep on going! 3 (':

Beautiful, beautiful story.

How does it feel to know you made me cry? HUH? *sobs*

:'(

Chaper 1 O

Chaper 2 .

Chaper 3 ó.ò

Chaper 4 ÓoÒ

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Chaper 6 noo! óoò

Chaper 7 T.T Tyki...allen!

The first sentence made me want to cry. I mean, wow. It just kind of hurt. That's how much I love this story~3

so lonely... so sad... so melancholy...

i cant find happy thoughts for this fic, i'm sorry. but i really really appreciated it. in the deepest way you could imagine.