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I think a lot of us have a weakness for selkies...*g*

So, the things I loved about this:

The slow building of this story, the gentle, measured pace of it. I loved the language, the faltering of Ray and Fraser's duet, their incomprehension of it. The calmness of Fraser's voice - aware of everything Ray is to him but unsure of how to keep him.

Fraser had made the mistake of answering Ray's question, when he had asked what Fraser and Dief were arguing about; for the next hour Fraser had been subjected to a fond, lengthy reminiscence over Junk Foods Ray and Dief Had Known, Loved, and Eaten.

and

Curled up at Fraser's side, just like one of the sled dogs, Ray fit perfectly into the spaces and planes of Fraser's body. His knees nudged Fraser's hip; sock-clad toes rested in the snug hollow beneath Fraser's knee.

and the innate-Rayness of:

Ray rolled his eyes and scooted around to flop down beside Fraser. "You tell me. One minute you're one crazy Mountie mofo streaking your way across the Arctic, the next you're a furry with fish breath. And like a split-second after that, you were history."

I loved the lyricism and voice of the selkie's tale - like a fairy-tale but not.

This phrase absolutely gutted me: He was alone, and he was lonely. Before the Man came, he would sometimes cry out his loneliness in mournful, guttural barks, but still the other seals ignored him.

This was not one, but two beautiful stories and I loved them both.

Wonderful job.