I'm so sorry for the late comment - I've been away from the internet for a bit. But what a treat! This is such a wonderful, tender, and magical fic - it's beautifully written and so very poignant. Thank you so much!
I really liked the ghost/spirit and how it fulfilled the traditional plot device while also being a little different. Bending the house's architecture was an interesting touch.
He has long been practiced in the art of doing foolish things without thinking about them directly, folding his desires into small tight bundles and tucking them out of sight so he can carry them around and then, at the last minute, decide if he’s going to shut his eyes and let them out. - I love this introspective look at Remus. It's so very in-character. And this: 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. It's a perfect, painful depiction of his grief at the changes in Sirius, and I love, love, love how aware of that Sirius is despite the cottony places in his mind.
I just. This fic is wonderful. Thank you so much for writing it for me <3
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I really liked the ghost/spirit and how it fulfilled the traditional plot device while also being a little different. Bending the house's architecture was an interesting touch.
He has long been practiced in the art of doing foolish things without thinking about them directly, folding his desires into small tight bundles and tucking them out of sight so he can carry them around and then, at the last minute, decide if he’s going to shut his eyes and let them out. - I love this introspective look at Remus. It's so very in-character. And this: 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. It's a perfect, painful depiction of his grief at the changes in Sirius, and I love, love, love how aware of that Sirius is despite the cottony places in his mind.
I just. This fic is wonderful. Thank you so much for writing it for me <3