Oh, goodness. I swear I copied about 4 different passages, but they kept getting pushed out by other beautiful passages I wanted to quote, and this is the last one I copied:
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.
Just...ow, you know? Anyway, this was full of gorgeous prose. I loved the bit about Remus' spices for his mulled wine, and the danger of expectations or optimism. So painful, but unfortunately true. This was a great story about the two of them coming together because they simply had to. They were always meant to.
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Date: 2017-12-16 05:58 am (UTC)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.
Just...ow, you know? Anyway, this was full of gorgeous prose. I loved the bit about Remus' spices for his mulled wine, and the danger of expectations or optimism. So painful, but unfortunately true. This was a great story about the two of them coming together because they simply had to. They were always meant to.