Fic: ...yet your eyes cover my skin - for pavlablack

[huldrejenta]

Title: ...yet your eyes cover my skin
Author: huldrejenta
Recipient: pavlablack
Rating: R
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): *none *
Word count: ~ 4,900
Summary: Voldemort was conquered once and for all in 1981, and his followers were all sent to Azkaban. Years later, justice was done when some of them got released. But being free isn’t always what it’s cracked

Comments

[unicorngirl22]

I love this!!
Wonderful descriptions, heartbreaking tension, Sirius so damaged (i love what he said about everyone being strangers to him now), how remus being there makes Sirius see things differently. Loved the ending. And the title.

[huldrejenta]

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed the story and the tension between the two of them. Couldn't end it too sad though, it's Christmas, and I'm a big fan of hopeful endings :D

[unicorngirl22]

Complete sucker for happy endings. And you're the queen of gentle hope and quiet beauty.

[huldrejenta]

Ahahaha, you sure know how to flatter a girl ;D

Maybe I'll write their relationship really loud and full of fiery ups and downs next time!

[brighty18]

So well-written! That was my very first thought and the thing that I could not forget the entire time.

This is just a small sample of what I really loved about this: It wasn't love at first sight. Truth be told, it wasn't even like at first sight. Outspoken spontaneity meeting cautious contemplation can lead to friction, even conflict, when placed together in the same dorm, with a head-shaking James and a nervous-looking Peter as wary spectators. Surprisingly soon they found a common middle ground, giving the reckless Sirius long missed peace of heart, and the melancholy Remus unexpected joy of life. They built a bond; a bond strong enough to inspire powerful greatness and to forgive unthinkable betrayal. When years later they fell in love, their hearts and lives were already so deeply entwined it seemed one couldn’t exist without the other. Their love was old love, from the very day they leaned in for their first, breathless kiss. Never fumbling or searching. What they yearned for was already there. Yes, it was so very well-

[huldrejenta]

Thank you! This comment put a big smile on my face :D I'm so glad you found the emotions real and justified.

LOL, I don't know when it suddenly becomes nice to be called "my dear boy" - maybe around the time it stops being annoying to be asked for ID?

[brighty18]

LOL, I don't know when it suddenly becomes nice to be called "my dear boy" - maybe around the time it stops being annoying to be asked for ID? Totally. I used to hate being referred to as a "girl" - until I hit the age that it was flattering. LOL.

[pavlablack]

What a great surprise to find waiting for me when I got home this afternoon! I was so excited when you took on my prompt, and knew you’d do a fabulous job, which you did. I love your interpretation of the poem, that it wasn’t a literal death but a figurative one Remus was dealing with. Nothing in this story was expected, but all of it was absolutely right

[huldrejenta]

I'm so so happy that you enjoyed the story! Nothing in this story was expected, but all of it was absolutely right. Can I just say YAY?!

And thank you so much for your thoughtful and lovely comment, it means a lot ♥♥♥
This prompt immediately stood out to me, so I'm glad I could use it.

[laroseminuit]

Oh, we were walking on the knife's edge of tragedy here. I was literally biting my lip raw the whole way through, terrified this might end in tears. Thank goodness it is Christmas and we are really having a good run of happier endings this year in Small Gifts.

Too many beautiful bits to quote back, I htink, or I would end up copy-pasting the whole thing. BUt in particular, I loved this: Then years later they fell in love, their hearts and lives were already so deeply entwined it seemed one couldn’t exist without the other. Their love was old love, from the very day they leaned in for their first, breathless kiss. Never fumbling or searching. What they yearned for was already there. and this: “Then I’d like to wake up. You know. Wake up for real. ..." because it just perfectly emphasized the dream-like quality of the whole piece

[huldrejenta]

Thank goodness it is Christmas and we are really having a good run of happier endings this year in Small Gifts.
Yes! I love hopeful endings, and I couldn't leave everything too angsty.

Thank you so much for your lovely words!
The section with the voices in Remus' head and what people were saying, was the first section I wrote for this piece. So it set the mood for the rest of the story.

[veeagainst]

This is one of my favourites that I've read so far! It's so beautiful and sad and perfectly in character, especially Remus, who I just adore (as per usual, but this incarnation is particularly lovely). And then the ending, with hope, is so perfect. Thank you for writing!

[huldrejenta]

Thank you for reading and for the lovely comment. I'm so glad you enjoyed the story! Even though there's a lot of sadness here, I had to give them some hope :D