ext_80167 ([identity profile] werewolfsfan.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] small_gifts 2010-12-31 02:20 am (UTC)

Poignant and it feels so very real. Gorgeous phrasing that makes for lovely mind images.

Sirius remembers Alice’s throaty laugh, and the way Frank used to watch baby Neville with a face full of dazed love.

and this:

Remus is reaching for him, hand pressing on his hip, and Sirius turns under him, needy, desperate to give Remus what he wants, desperate to feel wanted, needed, loved. It’s quick and quiet, although they have the house to themselves tonight, and afterward, Sirius lies still in Remus’s arms. So long as they lie there, unmoving, he doesn’t have to wonder how he will get through the next day; doesn’t have to steel himself for the grey waves of despair.

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