Day 23 - Fic: Team AU: Vigil Strange I Kept

[rsgamesmods]

Team: AU
Title: Vigil Strange I Kept
Rating: R
Warnings: Angst, sexual situations, instances of crude language, implications of major character death
Genre(s): Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 11,355
Summary: Remus' lycanthropy has caused his body to seriously deteriorate over the years due to the constant stress of the transformations, and by his

Comments

[bookgrrrl2006]

this is really amazing, mystery author. it is well written and lovely on every level. on the whole it made me happy. i’ve worked the elderly, the chronically ill, and the dying and this is what i would wish for every one of my clients. of course we never talked about sex, but this really resonated with me: The water makes a fragile sort of noise on the walls of the tub as Sirius shifts his position, cock still pressed against Remus, and suddenly Remus is very ashamed, acutely aware of his body betraying him like this as a final ‘fuck you.’ It’s his birthday, dammit; Merlin knows this is his last one, and all he wants is to spend it making love to Sirius Black in a bathtub. that whole bathtub scene was lovely and pretty much broke my heart in a good way.

you really seem to understand the process of grieving and loss from all angles. darling teddy, sirius, remus, and even lolly seem to come to grips with the prospect of remus’ death in different ways and yet they feel very right and real. I’ve known many people like sirius in my work and i was thrilled to see that in this case he was right. seriously though you really got the idea of loss here with lovely passages like:

And with that, Remus’ mouth curls into a smile because he knows Sirius has opened his eyes, and he doesn’t need to open his own to know the expression: sleep-soggy and beautiful, chin too rough and breath too sour to quite enjoy kissing just yet, the faint crust of dreams around the creases of his eyes causing the eyelashes to catch and stick at the edges. This is the only time, Remus thinks, that it is possible for Sirius to look entirely innocent, even with a modest lechery coating every word, too early in the morning on his birthday.

and

They don’t talk much - don’t need to, finding words unnecessary in their silent language of soft touches and lingering kisses and gentle breaths that carry with them a greater message than murmured consonants ever would. Had they been younger - when they had been younger - the silence would have stood in place of words and secrets necessary for them to hold on to in order to hold on to each other. Now, however, everything is said, laid out between them over decades of a life stitched together, and Remus is just so tired that most of the day is spent dozing.
that is just perfect! as was the whole story.