ficlet: dawn PAUSEd // Harry, Draco // G

Oct 18, 2005 16:41

First post on this wonderful community. I'm sorry for my delayed response to underlucius' invite-post but school is my killer. Once again, a bigbig 'thank you' :)

[title] dawn PAUSEd (or just another class of arithmancy)
[artist] deora_mystic
[summary] Harry and Draco, sitting on the edge of the world, d-y-i-n-g.
[ratings/warnings] G~PG. A pretty sad fic (it probably ( Read more... )

titles: a-l, draco malfoy, harry potter, harry/draco, deora_mystic

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lyras October 18 2005, 09:46:23 UTC
Not sure I understand an awful lot of what's going on here, but I do like it! The ending especially is lovely, and I love all the descriptions of the alley.

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deora_mystic October 19 2005, 06:25:13 UTC
I don't think I could explain what was in my head for the simple reason I don't understand an awful lot, either :p But what can be said is that this is yet another "end of the world war"-cliched fic (I have a soft spot for that ^__^ ) so life and the way it flows is so different from what we used to know. I think. :)

And eeee! am glad you liked the descriptions; I'm a sucker for the right depiction :>

Thank you for your review :)

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justholdstill October 21 2005, 16:55:48 UTC
Mmm...this is oh-so-lovely. I especially adore how fragmented it is, because it gives you these sad, beautiful flashes of image and dialogue and forces you to fill in the rest yourself, which is even more powerful than having it laid out explicitly.
All the lines stood out, but a few had particular resonance:

Once upon a time, the alley lived - larger-than-life itself, Diagon Alley was, and Draco sometimes thinks, in the privacy of his not-so-sane mind, that destroying this last refuge is a big sign of illiteracy and primitiveness on Voldemort’s account.

It doesn’t rain, but the air is pregnant with the threat of their deaths or someone else’s sorrow. So heavy, he fears it might tear in the middle with the sound of raw flesh and pour down, spill poison on their heads.

He’s quiet for the first time, but he can see him turning his face in a random direction, as if watching dusk starting to peel off the sky, as if he could actually see it crumble.*Sigh* I'm very picky about my H/D, as there's much room for cliche, but this is ( ... )

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deora_mystic October 22 2005, 11:13:32 UTC
Oh my gosh, thank you so much for your lovely review. I was still feeling a little icky about it (I wasn't sure if it was too ... little or too much) but you managed to ease a little my insecurity :)

I'm always very apprehensive about how much I can show; I don't like showing too much and end up by showing... nothing at all, or rather, leaving everything for the reader to unpuzzle and that's often unnerving for some. Basically, I rather show things that (in my mind) express a great deal but which can be a bit too confusing.

Once again, thank you very much :) and great, I've added you back because, a closeted shipper? ;)

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