Fic Rec - The Kiss by Frayach
Title: The Kiss
Author: Frayach
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 5175
Warnings: None
Summary: Draco’s trial is over, and Harry remembers almost everything.
Why I loved it: Let’s say the everyday world is that of the real, the positive space. That which surrounds the real, its inverse, if you will, is the negative space. In this devastating story, Frayach pushes her characters and us, the readers, into that negative space where madness and darkness reside.
The emotional symbolism of a kiss operates on multiple levels in Frayach’s gorgeous story. I can’t say enough about the sheer lyricism of Frayach’s writing. Using fewer than 5,200 words, Frayach portrays the harrowing cost of justice (or is it vengeance?) extracted in blood.
A sense of foreboding pervades the story, and its climax will leave you wrung out with heartbreak; take a moment to recover your breath. I read with my heart in my throat and was left to marvel at how Frayach was able to marry such emotional impact with such brevity. Her poor, deluded Harry in particular shines in this piece.
There’s little I can actually say about this story without revealing too much of the plot. Suffice to say that the drama lies in what’s not written - the aforementioned negative space. I recommend chasing this fic with something fluffy, something that rejoices in what it means to be alive.
Excerpt(optional):
Not just a kiss, but The Kiss. The kind of kiss that stops time and blots out sound and sends the blood pulsing to your belly where it pools warm and hot and thick and alive. The kind of kiss that causes the streetlights to flicker and passers-by to whistle and saliva to stream in your mouth so suddenly that you have to swallow to keep from drooling like an idiot down your partner's chin and the front of his shirt. The kind of kiss that foreshadows sex but yet manages to transcend sex and makes you swear to the gods that if they offered you sex at that moment, instead of This Kiss, you'd laugh aloud in their Elysian faces. The kind of kiss that erases the past - good bad and indifferent - and leaves you with nothing but this: This night. This street corner. This mouth against yours.
Despite having shared a thousand kisses with Draco since then, Harry still remembered that kiss - their first kiss - the most vividly.
Author: Frayach
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 5175
Warnings: None
Summary: Draco’s trial is over, and Harry remembers almost everything.
Why I loved it: Let’s say the everyday world is that of the real, the positive space. That which surrounds the real, its inverse, if you will, is the negative space. In this devastating story, Frayach pushes her characters and us, the readers, into that negative space where madness and darkness reside.
The emotional symbolism of a kiss operates on multiple levels in Frayach’s gorgeous story. I can’t say enough about the sheer lyricism of Frayach’s writing. Using fewer than 5,200 words, Frayach portrays the harrowing cost of justice (or is it vengeance?) extracted in blood.
A sense of foreboding pervades the story, and its climax will leave you wrung out with heartbreak; take a moment to recover your breath. I read with my heart in my throat and was left to marvel at how Frayach was able to marry such emotional impact with such brevity. Her poor, deluded Harry in particular shines in this piece.
There’s little I can actually say about this story without revealing too much of the plot. Suffice to say that the drama lies in what’s not written - the aforementioned negative space. I recommend chasing this fic with something fluffy, something that rejoices in what it means to be alive.
Excerpt(optional):
Not just a kiss, but The Kiss. The kind of kiss that stops time and blots out sound and sends the blood pulsing to your belly where it pools warm and hot and thick and alive. The kind of kiss that causes the streetlights to flicker and passers-by to whistle and saliva to stream in your mouth so suddenly that you have to swallow to keep from drooling like an idiot down your partner's chin and the front of his shirt. The kind of kiss that foreshadows sex but yet manages to transcend sex and makes you swear to the gods that if they offered you sex at that moment, instead of This Kiss, you'd laugh aloud in their Elysian faces. The kind of kiss that erases the past - good bad and indifferent - and leaves you with nothing but this: This night. This street corner. This mouth against yours.
Despite having shared a thousand kisses with Draco since then, Harry still remembered that kiss - their first kiss - the most vividly.