Author's Notes: This completes Clair de Lune, a dark z/d ficlet written for _____faith. I hope you enjoy it. To everyone else, thanks for your indulgence.
That was a wild ride, with that characteristic twist. Your stories always defy prediction and always have that element of politics in them which flies in the face of the banal. Zacharias being used by the Order so brutally, his own self-betrayal move the whole story out of the mundane. I don't know if I would've had the courage to write it. I would shifted the blame to the Ministry under its Vichy-like occupation.
I love the interplay of tenses which flit perspective between the experience of being cool and detached, like denial, to immediate and undeniable.
That strange moment in the pub where all these men were gawking was pretty funny.
That torch which Daphne continued to carry for Zach was so touching, as was his unflinching admission of culpability.
This was beautiful :') What a fitting conclusion to that previous cliffhanger. Both the angst-lover and the fluff-lover within me are utterly satisfied.
I love tortured souls, I really do, and you just captured Zacharias in that light with such clarity. I could feel his torment so easily through your words, and I was so moved by his initial refusal of Daphne's love. But in the end, of course the beautiful aspects of their strange relationship would triumph. He was her savior before, and now she is his...it is only appropriate and perfect.
Thank you so much ♥ I really hope you write more for these two (Even as a side pairing)! ^_^
Wow. Just wow. You always manage to throw something in there that surprises the hell out of me and you've done it again. As dark and stark as the fic was, the end shows that even broken and damaged people can find a little slice of happiness even it it isn't the rainbows and butterflies type of happiness.
I have to give a big cheer for the Order not being painted as perfect. *claps*
All around, you've amazed me and intrigued me with this ship.
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I love the interplay of tenses which flit perspective between the experience of being cool and detached, like denial, to immediate and undeniable.
That strange moment in the pub where all these men were gawking was pretty funny.
That torch which Daphne continued to carry for Zach was so touching, as was his unflinching admission of culpability.
Wonderful story!
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This was beautiful :') What a fitting conclusion to that previous cliffhanger. Both the angst-lover and the fluff-lover within me are utterly satisfied.
I love tortured souls, I really do, and you just captured Zacharias in that light with such clarity. I could feel his torment so easily through your words, and I was so moved by his initial refusal of Daphne's love. But in the end, of course the beautiful aspects of their strange relationship would triumph. He was her savior before, and now she is his...it is only appropriate and perfect.
Thank you so much ♥ I really hope you write more for these two (Even as a side pairing)! ^_^
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The torture potion? What a brilliant idea. And the Order setting up Zacharias for the fall? I was blown away.
Classic fallenwitch line:
How could he forget her? She's emblazoned across his heart and soul like a crucifix in motion.
And the mismatched mittens? Totally endearing.
It was a wonderful conclusion. Thank you.
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I have to give a big cheer for the Order not being painted as perfect. *claps*
All around, you've amazed me and intrigued me with this ship.
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