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[pogrebin]

Written for tinderblast's February Challenge, which was basically about magic & porn in the Wizarding World. As such, warnings for Fleur/Gabrielle incest, snuff films & general porn-type ideas. Though, as with all my fics, it is sadly lacking in the hardcore

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[tiferet]

One little death after another. And not just for her.

Parfait: both perfect, and many layers of sweetness, some poisonously beautiful and others merely heart-stopping.

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[pogrebin]

Oh, wow. Thankyou so much, dear.

And. *dies at your icon* <3333333.

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[tiferet]

I think I credited all the contributors to the icon if you go to my picture page--it's bellatricks' art, from malfoypatriarch's site, iconised by nicolae :D

You're welcome!

[moriavis]

How brilliant can you be? You utterly amaze me. <3

[switchknife]

Oh, ouch, this story reads like silk, so smooth and relentless... You made me breathless reading this, which is fitting, of course.

You have a gift for weaving such painfully delicate images, such sweetly poisonous things, that the reader is left shivering and unable to breathe.

Examples:

'... grass growing over her body in tender green tendrils...'

'... noiseless summer blue...'

'... a white fracture in the sky...'

The only thing that held me up, ironically, was: 'In a world of illusion some things must be real.' I stopped and stared at that for a few minutes--really, P, you should know better than to go all existential on me in fics!--and with statements like that I just want to go off somewhere and ponder for a long time. Luckily, Fleur's red mouth and the warmth of her pulse kept me reading. (Philosophy proposes, beauty disposes.)

And the silent intensity of what these sisters share--the addiction to death, to dying, to illusion, to each other, and the flawless but nonetheless marked transition from the smooth, almost smoky

[pogrebin]

*has taken forever to respond to this lovely, lovely comment* But. Guh. Switch. Reading your reviews of my fic always makes me go all wibbly and weak at the knees. You are absolutely adorable & brilliant & lovely & you so definitely flatter me too much. <33333. Man. Your reviews=cooler than my fic. :)

[switchknife]

Um. *blushes* Now I feel all evil and deceitful, because I've recced your latest Hermione/Ginny story, but it scared me so much that I couldn't formulate a proper review!

*writhes in guilt*

I'll... try to review properly one day, I promise. But I'm just... I can't handle it right now. Especially not after having a similar nightmare a few nights ago. Aargh.

... That's a compliment, by the way. Few stories can actually scare me. Yours did.

*shivers and backs away from all the bones*

Oh, and--you seem not to have noticed this, but I wrote a strange Parvati/Padma fic a while ago, and dedicated it to you, Berne and Sinope. Er. I hope you don't mind having something so awful dedicated to you... I'm still fixing it up, if that's any consolation.

[pogrebin]

Eee. Don't be silly at all, love. Thanks so much for the rec *loves you*, and don't feel at all obligated. I'm torn between-- I'm so glad I managed to scare you, and, OMG. Are you okay? Being, of course, that this is one of my own nightmares, I know how it feels. Writing it was quite scary & chilling in itself, because you had to sit right down & seriously ask yourself: what are you most afraid of. And then take that knowledge & disseminate it to the world. And really, all fears are reflections of your own weaknesses, and tell people a hell of a lot more about you than is very...comfortable, you know?

And. OMG. Thanks for pointing it out. Have been terrible about reading the flist of late, but that should change thanks to the wonder of filters. *goes off to read*

[switchknife]

Sorry for mauling you. Um. Have recced you on veelarecs and on my LJ.

[adolfa]

SQUEAL.

Squee. Delacours. Squee. Silk rope. Squee. L'arc de Triomphe. Sorry about being so terrible and incoherent, but you could fill an ocean with all the squee in this fic. Really. Brilliantly written as always; oh goodness, Fleur's image of a perfect death is just... squee.

[pogrebin]

*laughs*

*LOVES YOU*