Alignments Outtake: The Year of Cold Feet

[magnetic_pole]

Title: The Year of Cold Feet
Word Count: 2700
Characters: Remus, Sirius, minor OFC
Summary: Remus, a liar and an occasional coward, is falling in love and dealing with the consequences.

For aquila_star, who wanted more R/S.

Comments

[liseuse]

Oh this was lovely. I mean, I feel horrible for poor Remus, but it was still lovely.

I love the lines of communication you have between the twom and the fact that you haven't just let Remus' parents accept it. I never think that rings particularly true; yes they've probably accepted the werewolf thing by now, but that doesn't mean they'll be jumping for joy that their son is also gay. Plus historical context.

So yes, lovely.

[magnetic_pole]

Thanks for reading, Liseuse! Don't worry about Remus, he's doing just fine. You saw the worst of it here. *pets Remus* Or rather: *pets Liseuse*

As for Remus' parents, I've never thought that rang true, either. And the scenario of them looking desperately for a cure to lycanthropy is either very sweet or really awful, isn't it? My own parents are the cure-seeking type, and it's not a happy scenario.

Even though I have posted fic and am replying to you now, through, rest assured I'm still working diligently for my fic! (smile) Very happy to see it on your to-do list. *not applying any pressure, oh no*

M.

[liseuse]

*Revels in the petting, much like Padfoot in the park. Which sounds like it should be a play. Nope. I'm thinking of something else. It'll come to me.*

It's that horrible mixture of both. Where you know they care, but you want them to stop. Because if you're always searching for the cure you aren't going on living. There comes a point where you just have to learn to lump it. I refuse to say 'deal' because ugh to the psychobabble. I am too English for it. My parents on the contrary are very much the ignoring there's a problem school of parenting. I spent many days at school with the flu, because they refused to believe I had the flu.

I believe you when you say you're working diligently. I have what promises to be a boring day at work ahead of me, so I shall be diligently ficc-ing.

[magnetic_pole]

Either a play or the worst fluff ever. Let's hope it's the former.

There comes a point where you just have to learn to lump it. Ah, you are wise for your years, Liseuse. You may skip psychoanalysis (self-analysis) and go directly to fiction (character analysis). (smile)

M.

[liseuse]

Barefoot In The Park - Neil Simons. Play. I knew it. It came to me earlier today when I was at work. A complete a-ha! moment.

Woo! Straight to fiction. I like this progression.

[magnetic_pole]

You're a bit of a prodigy. *teasing smile*