ddynamo

[ddynamo]

The beauty of fringe from 5x05 to 5x08 is that you can see two characters drifting apart while struggling to keep their relationship together. You see them telling each other I love you for the first time in season 5 at the end of 5x05, reaching out to and holding each other at the beginning of 5x05 and 5x06, Peter seeing Olivia smile just before his world is changed to observer-style at the end of 5x06. After inserting the tech Peter still showcases his tenderness and care until he totally loses himself, and even in 5x07 he remembers the first fringe event they tackled together, and in 5x08 he still wears the ring. But while the nearly-divorced dual seem more straightforward with their love than the first 4 episodes, you, as audience, also see details like Peter not coming home as begged by Olivia and Olivia sensing the weirdness but not being capable of doing anything, and know that they're never gonna go through the loss easily, and temporarily they are losing each other, which is an inevitable result of their coping mechansims, of what happens and who they are.

Other thoughts: The observer utilizes so-called logic for their primitive instincts -- survival. They're confined to the raw reality in an analytic way.

[ddynamo]

New post-6B smutty softness because I'm unstoppable apparently.

She doesn’t mean to lie to him. When Olivia gathers up enough courage to grab that bottle of bourbon and drive to the Bishop’s house, it is with the idea that the time has come for her to be honest about how she feels and what she wants, and to act accordingly. The truth is, Peter glimmers from the moment he opens the door. She expected it, with her heart thumping beneath her ribs, fingertips tingling in anticipation as she held that bottle behind her back, almost able to feel the new rush of adrenaline released in her blood. She’d stood on this very threshold the first time she’d seen that shifting light overlapping his body, triggered by a mix of emotions that weren't nearly as complex as they are now, months later. She rarely if ever listens to her own body, especially when it comes to her abilities, but she knows she’s been in that heightened state ever since she kneeled in that apartment, pleading with Alice Merchant, asking her to do what she herself has tried and failed to do these past few weeks. Let go. Seeing things from the Other Side is her gift—or her curse—alongside that ability of hers to cross between worlds, if she’s triggered enough. Whatever part of her brain is responsible for it, it is awake tonight, having no doubt that Cortexiphan has been flooding her blood, too. And Peter, with his unique ability to get under her skin and make her more vulnerable than she is with anyone, has always been the catalyst to her capabilities; the spark. Of course she’d known he would glimmer, tonight of all nights. It’s not constant either, and not as overwhelming as it was the first time she saw it, or recently in that bar, as if accepting the idea that it would happen almost allowed her to control it. Almost. When Peter opens the door, it flickers at the edge of his skin like specks of light instead of that overexposed, pulsing layer she’s seen before. The sight is so curious yet soft, fitting even, given the way her heart squeezes with the sweetest of aches at the look in his eyes, that it soothes some of her nerves. She’s crossed universes to get this man back to her world; those flickers are proof that he is here. Hers.