So here you go, guys. Jeez, my first finished fic after HBP. At last. Anyway, I hope you like it.
Title: Translation
Summary: "She realized as soon as she met him that he was no good at saying what he meant to say."
Rating: light R
Word Count: 1385
Notes/Warnings: Thanks so much to
antosha_c for the beta!
Oh, also, please review! :)
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She is learning to read.
You kill me, you really do. Everything you write is frankly amazing. This? THIS IS ART, POSEIDA, ART.
I love the way you've written Ginny's understanding of Harry; the way she derives what he really means from what he says is fabulous. The tone of the fic is not quite happy, not quite angsty, but a kind of in-between that just spills with sadness and yearning. I adore this. It's probably my favourite after Pulse of yours.
He is saying, Ready. The chessboard blurs before her eyes. She focuses on the sound of his breathing, on the brush of his arm against hers. He is saying, Get set. The low, sultry afternoon light smooths his worry lines. Daringly, she presses her ankle against his. The warmth slices through her skin. He is saying, Go.
... GUH!!!!!
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Anyway, I hope you like it.
Um, yes. A lot.
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Another thing I love about you is that you've always got a concept. It's not just an idea, a story, but a force that really drives the story and unifies it. Pulse immediately comes to mind, and here, the foreign language that Ginny can read is just. ARRR, mindblowing.
Plus, just so, so subtly sexy. You say it without screaming, you know?
And all that Cali said, WORD.
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I especially liked the scene with the chess game.
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