holy fuck.
a few hours ago, i finished reading Tissue of Silver by fearlessdiva for the first time. i don't normally make rec posts [for various reasons], but i have to put this here for myself if nothing else. i've been in love with draco malfoy for at least a year now, and nothing has made me fall in love with him all over again so completely. i've actually compiled a list of "dracofics" [stories that capture the draco i love near perfectly] with over a dozen of my favorite portrayals of him, but it's not ready to post yet so the rest will have to wait.
i've decided that Tissue of Silver is officially my third favorite fic [after Walking the Line by silentauror and Left My Heart/Surrender the Grey by emmagrant01], and believe me when i say that i don't declare just anything an "official" favorite. it made me laugh out loud, it made me cry, it made me gasp and clutch my own shirt in excitement and anticipation. hell, it made me think of snape as 'severus' and that never happens. this is one of my favorite passages, and it's from towards the end and pretty spoilery so i'll cut it [even though anyone who cares has probably already read it :P] --
"He's so poised, you know?" Harry said into his coffee cup. "Even when he's enraged and kind of frightening, he's just so graceful. He chooses his words so carefully, without seeming to at all. And he's funny. Extremely funny. He'll say anything he thinks is amusing, and he couldn't care less whether it's polite, or if people aren't going to get it. People say Gryffindors are brave, but he's the bravest person I've ever met. Every day he wakes up with a target on his back and keeps going. He sacrificed himself to save Professor Snape. He keeps giving his life away, as though it doesn't mean anything. He's taking seven N.E.W.T.s and he kept reminding me to tell Hermione because she only did six, and one of his N.E.W.T.s is Muggle Studies. He likes the Beatles and he said that "A Day in the Life" was worth dying for, and he hates himself for what he had to do during the War but he never talks about it. He thinks he's going to die, and he still studies for his exams all the time. And he thinks I hate him. He said he thinks I loathe his touch."
he loves The Beatles, you guys!! just -- oh god. XD [so you know, there are much more significant reasons why i love him in this so much, but sadly, i'm far too asleep to find the right words. suffice it to say, my other favorite part of the fic is the super-classified report severus wrote about draco's role in the war. i bawled.]
i'm anxious to read the rest of this universe, but 5am is no time to begin such an undertaking. tomorrow, perhaps. goodnight, my lovely flist. *hugs*
i've decided that Tissue of Silver is officially my third favorite fic [after Walking the Line by silentauror and Left My Heart/Surrender the Grey by emmagrant01], and believe me when i say that i don't declare just anything an "official" favorite. it made me laugh out loud, it made me cry, it made me gasp and clutch my own shirt in excitement and anticipation. hell, it made me think of snape as 'severus' and that never happens. this is one of my favorite passages, and it's from towards the end and pretty spoilery so i'll cut it [even though anyone who cares has probably already read it :P] --
"He's so poised, you know?" Harry said into his coffee cup. "Even when he's enraged and kind of frightening, he's just so graceful. He chooses his words so carefully, without seeming to at all. And he's funny. Extremely funny. He'll say anything he thinks is amusing, and he couldn't care less whether it's polite, or if people aren't going to get it. People say Gryffindors are brave, but he's the bravest person I've ever met. Every day he wakes up with a target on his back and keeps going. He sacrificed himself to save Professor Snape. He keeps giving his life away, as though it doesn't mean anything. He's taking seven N.E.W.T.s and he kept reminding me to tell Hermione because she only did six, and one of his N.E.W.T.s is Muggle Studies. He likes the Beatles and he said that "A Day in the Life" was worth dying for, and he hates himself for what he had to do during the War but he never talks about it. He thinks he's going to die, and he still studies for his exams all the time. And he thinks I hate him. He said he thinks I loathe his touch."
he loves The Beatles, you guys!! just -- oh god. XD [so you know, there are much more significant reasons why i love him in this so much, but sadly, i'm far too asleep to find the right words. suffice it to say, my other favorite part of the fic is the super-classified report severus wrote about draco's role in the war. i bawled.]
i'm anxious to read the rest of this universe, but 5am is no time to begin such an undertaking. tomorrow, perhaps. goodnight, my lovely flist. *hugs*