Lupin Love for Lupercalia: Periapsis (HP; Sirius/Remus)

Feb 15, 2006 13:13

This isn't quite the story I'd planned on posting; in fact, this isn't that story at all, as that one is still unfinished and I just wrote this one today.

Happy Lupercalia. I know Sirius and Remus are celebrating somewhere with nekkidity and whips.

This is the third year I've done this; last year it was your skin like a whole almond, and the ( Read more... )

fic: hp.1, sirius/remus:lie low at lupin's, lupercalia

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leiascully February 15 2006, 18:18:04 UTC
The line about the smile like the too-small shirt is particularly striking, but the whole thing is wonderfully evocative. Well done!

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musesfool February 16 2006, 18:15:31 UTC
Thank you! I'm so glad you liked it and found it moving.

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wildestranger February 15 2006, 18:23:56 UTC
This is gorgeous. You write their longing like no one else, and remind me once again why this is my fandom and why they are my OTP. *loves*

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basiliskfairy February 16 2006, 07:48:53 UTC
Your icon is BEAUTIFUL - the poem it's from is my favorite poem.

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musesfool February 16 2006, 18:16:04 UTC
Thank you so much! I'm so happy you liked it.

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amberlynne February 15 2006, 18:43:02 UTC
Oh man, Sirius thinking about his loss of faith and all the full moons he counted and how different he is now just breaks my heart. But then it's so gentle and loving and beautiful. *sniffle* I wish they could stay that close forever, too. That was wonderful.

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musesfool February 16 2006, 18:16:54 UTC
Thank you so much! I'm so happy you found it moving and true.

*offers tissues*

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glossing February 15 2006, 18:55:14 UTC
Oh, oh, OH. This is gorgeous and mature and lovely as all get out. I love the gray hair/silver scars on Remus and Sirius's almost obsessive counting/remembering.

One hundred and forty-eight.
Sirius knows the number, sees it carved on Remus's skin, the way he'd carved it into the walls of his cell in Azkaban, into his own flesh with ragged, dirty fingernails, the recurrence of the full moon the only way he knew that time was passing at all, the earth still spinning while he was locked away.
I am dead from these paragraphs - just *great* stuff, and rhythm, and pulsing melancholy.

now they take their time
And this is great, too, for what it says explicitly and how it implicitly contrasts to all the time spent apart.

Thank you so much for this fic. Oz wishes Remus a good, lusty Lupercalia. :)

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musesfool February 16 2006, 18:19:52 UTC
Thank you so much for reading and commenting! I'm so glad you enjoyed the story and found it moving.

Oz wishes Remus a good, lusty Lupercalia.

Remus thanks him kindly and wishes him the same in return. *g*

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musesfool February 16 2006, 18:20:06 UTC
Thank you.

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