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[eudaimon]

TITLE: Damascus, January 1982
AUTHOR: eudaimon
RATING: G.
WORDCOUNT: 624
CHARACTERS: Remus Lupin, certain others conspicuous in their absence.
WARNINGS: None.
NOTES: for the omniocular February challenge. I chose #164 - Damascus; Syria. This virtually wrote itself. Al-'Arous, the Minaret of the Bride, is standing in Damascus as we write. I want to go and see it

Comments

[red_magicmarker]

Curse you for making me read fic again! *shakes fist* But seriously, you just get better and better. This is so beautiful and heartbraking without being angsty, which i think can be hard to do. And in so few words too. It's lovely.

[eudaimon]

If you're only reading MY fic, it can't really be a problem, can it ;) I don't write that much anymore :D

That said, thankyou. It's a difficult balance to strike and I'm glad that this worked.

[underlucius]

Wonderful, so wonderful to read you again. So happy you are still playing with this image of Remus windblown and drifting.

Utterly broke me with the image of him buying the presents - I defy anyone to read that unmoved. The image of the rubble in his pockets also was terribly sad.

Very clever sentence structure - don't think I didn't notice - "Bought for dollars from an American who looked like he had another four"

I loved it - Remus suits this situation so well. *rec rec*

xxx
A few typos "London" with a capital, revealled only has one l.

[eudaimon]

Hee :) s'nice to still be around ;)Remus, dear Remus. S'nice to write him again - can't write Ted Tonks all the time, can I, lovely as he is. The image of him buying the presents was a really strong one, and one that I wanted to keep.

This is going to sound UNBELIEVABLY stupid but...uh...why was the structure of that sentance clever? :b

Thankyou :) I should write more world weary Remus.

[hansbekhart]

Heartbreaking. And I have a big fat soft spot for a Remus that wandered to distant countries after James and Lily's deaths. For some reason, it was the bricks that got me the hardest, that and the mirrors ... I could see them lain out, glittering, on the table. Very beautiful story and a wonderful read.