Oh, wow, this was stunning. I loved how the "ghost" was effectively mimicking Remus' feelings, from how things were shifting and not fitting together the way he remembered to bumping Sirius with the walls (trying to get his attention) and even making everything completely wobbly towards the end until they setting into a new peace with each other.
Oh, but this: The moment he laid eyes on Sirius in the Shrieking Shack that wonderful, terrible night last spring, Remus started doing something that until now he’s been only half aware of. He’s been looking through Sirius, in a way: trying to see in this wasted, damaged man the shape of the boy he used to know. Filling out his sunken cheeks; imagining a shine to his long limp hair; adding the bright mischievous upturn to the end of his sentences. But in this moment it all falls away and for a horrible teetering second Remus doesn’t recognize him at all. Break my heart. I mean, I think it's something we all do to a certain extent, with the memories we hold most precious, but have him realize it like that. That was gut wrenching.
But then this: “But I still love you.” Remus pulls Sirius’ wrist to his mouth and kisses it. “That’s one thing, about these last thirteen years.” He lets out a shuddering breath. “I never figured out how to stop loving you.”
Just made the whole thing better. It's entirely bittersweet, but most things about this era are. There's just this overwhelming impression of hope there, though.
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Date: 2017-12-15 03:58 pm (UTC)Oh, but this:
The moment he laid eyes on Sirius in the Shrieking Shack that wonderful, terrible night last spring, Remus started doing something that until now he’s been only half aware of. He’s been looking through Sirius, in a way: trying to see in this wasted, damaged man the shape of the boy he used to know. Filling out his sunken cheeks; imagining a shine to his long limp hair; adding the bright mischievous upturn to the end of his sentences. But in this moment it all falls away and for a horrible teetering second Remus doesn’t recognize him at all.
Break my heart. I mean, I think it's something we all do to a certain extent, with the memories we hold most precious, but have him realize it like that. That was gut wrenching.
But then this:
“But I still love you.” Remus pulls Sirius’ wrist to his mouth and kisses it. “That’s one thing, about these last thirteen years.” He lets out a shuddering breath. “I never figured out how to stop loving you.”
Just made the whole thing better. It's entirely bittersweet, but most things about this era are. There's just this overwhelming impression of hope there, though.
Lovely, wonderful job!