With oleander and. And this tag is a tag for tags. : comments.
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It's the silences in between the explosions and the world-saving and the zombies and demi-gods and immortals. Not that there's nothing to do, just... life goes on, unobtrusively, underneath all this action, and in between, it's very profoundly felt, somehow, and that, to me, is part of the essence of the weirdfun genre that has developed (probably differently to everyone) since that first came up, to my knowledge, in regards to Unlined.
And I don't know if it makes any sense, but that's the best way I can put words to it, and I don't know if I could do it any better. It's post-apocalyptic settings, not the big cities and settlements, but little farms and communities, and all the unobtrusive LIFE that goes on in the face of so much loss.
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Of course, to be fair, I'd never at all tried to put it into words before just now. XD I just had this FEELING. I knew what it was, it was just a bitch to try to explain. And when I tried to say it out loud to Aub before writing up the comment, she just sort of went "....okaaaaaaaay."
But that is it, now that I think about it. That "life goes on, whether you're a hero or not" sense, permeating the story. Laundry, dishes, bathtime, marriage, babies. Because you get stuff like that in chicklit. But that's not what this is. This is something totally different, with those things in a completely different context. Life goes on.