OK, it's been forever since I've finished anything at all, but I'm excited about
bestmates_xmas and
hp_yule_balls (and the other several fics currently languishing on my hard drive), so I've been trying to get some finishy-type momentum going. On my way to bed on Thursday, I saw that
shocolate was asking for kisses, and I woke up on Friday morning and this happened. Then I went to St
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even your PG's get me all squiggly lol
i loved it, the raw feeling, the way Harry compares and contrasts his relationship with Ron. this is so good ;)
loved it
Diana xx
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CRYING so many wips
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crying, I KNOW. But I'm turning over a new leaf, just gonna start finishing stuff, for serious. No, for actual serious this time!
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I want to tell you how amazing this, but words fail me with their inadequacies and you have so many lovely ones up there...
There was a lot about seventeen that he doesn't miss: the danger, the grief, the unspeakable responsibility. But there was also this. The raw, swooping thrill of discovering the wet slide of Ron's lips and the perfect scrape of two chins with day-old stubble. The possessive heat of moments stolen in broom cupboards and dark corners, because they were still alive, somehow, and this belonged to no one but them.
Such a perfect glimpse to that cooling off phase that is inevitable and still a melancholy shock.
God! You're making me really excited for bestmates_xmas!!
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I'M EXCITED, TOO!!!!
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just.
just perfect.
our ship is perfect, and this is why.
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