Oh, my goodness, Remus Lupin gets the Best Boyfriend in the World Award... hands down! I love the way, in such a very Remus like fashion, he is utterly prepared down to the littlest details like shirt and the bandages.
And I love the image of poor Remus choosing to feel rather than to be numb because it allows to to have love and to remember Sirius. That is so very true to character.
Again, this is marvelous and I cannot wait to read more.
Thank you, thank you, thank you! *hugs you tight* You leave such lovely reviews :-)
And, once again, you've picked up on all the little bits I wanted to put across. I really worried about the scene where he's packing, because I wanted to put in his attention to detail without it getting overly long and tedious. I'm glad you could see what I was trying to do!
Another marvelous chapter. Your description of the Dover cliffs reminded me of the poem "Dover Beach" by Matthew Arnold (I've just spent three hours helping my mother proofread her students essays on it... your ability to use grammar properly makes me cry tears of joy, let alone your excellent writing.) Anyway, you should read it, but in particular, the last stanza, "Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night." Which only reminds me how much Sirius and Remus are so much like angsty Victorians, anyway.
*shivers* What a stunningly beautiful poem! I'm so flattered that my description made you think of it. I think there's something very melancholy about the sea and the Dover cliffs. And yes, there is something very Victorian about Remus and Sirius - or perhaps a little later, maybe the early part of the 20th century. It's all the angst!
But then he had thought of Sirius, and he had felt nothing. The memory of gentle kisses and warm embraces and laughter, of shining grey eyes and raven-black hair, the thought of him broken and afraid in Azkaban; everything was met with a kind of indifferent blankness that, as Remus dropped the spell and felt the feeling flood back into his soul, left him shuddering with sickened horror.
I LOVED that bit. Beautifully written and emotive.
Also, I want a Remus - does anyone know where I can get one? ;)
Ooh, also - your attention to all the little details is superb (eg. with the maps and miles and such). I would never have the patience to write something like this.
Thank you, again! I'm glad you noticed that - I always get terribly obsessive about that kind of thing, and I sat muttering darkly at Wikipedia for ages when I was trying to write that section :-)
I just want to hold poor little Remus here, but the great thing is he doesn't need me to! ~lol~ You've written the strength and love of his character so breathtakingly well - I look forward to more chapters :)
*hugs you* I think Remus really rather does need someone to hold him, but he just can't let himself break because he'd fall apart and he can't afford to, poor love. Thanks for reading! *snuggles you*
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And I love the image of poor Remus choosing to feel rather than to be numb because it allows to to have love and to remember Sirius. That is so very true to character.
Again, this is marvelous and I cannot wait to read more.
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And, once again, you've picked up on all the little bits I wanted to put across. I really worried about the scene where he's packing, because I wanted to put in his attention to detail without it getting overly long and tedious. I'm glad you could see what I was trying to do!
More next week, I expect :-) xx
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"Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night."
Which only reminds me how much Sirius and Remus are so much like angsty Victorians, anyway.
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*shivers* What a stunningly beautiful poem! I'm so flattered that my description made you think of it. I think there's something very melancholy about the sea and the Dover cliffs. And yes, there is something very Victorian about Remus and Sirius - or perhaps a little later, maybe the early part of the 20th century. It's all the angst!
Thank you so much for reading and reviewing.
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But then he had thought of Sirius, and he had felt nothing. The memory of gentle kisses and warm embraces and laughter, of shining grey eyes and raven-black hair, the thought of him broken and afraid in Azkaban; everything was met with a kind of indifferent blankness that, as Remus dropped the spell and felt the feeling flood back into his soul, left him shuddering with sickened horror.
I LOVED that bit. Beautifully written and emotive.
Also, I want a Remus - does anyone know where I can get one? ;)
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I'm so glad you're enjoying this, thank you for reading!
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I just want to hold poor little Remus here, but the great thing is he doesn't need me to! ~lol~ You've written the strength and love of his character so breathtakingly well - I look forward to more chapters :)
<3 as always :)
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