Remus/Sirius Small Gifts

Thank you so much for sharing more of your fascinating thoughts.

I’m thrilled there’s something that promises to be a short Remus fic by you. I’ve got more and more fond of (somehow successful) attempts at stories (with a point and some kind of change) shown vividly in only a few words. I hope you’ll finish the piece and (in any case) I’d very much like to see what the tone here has inspired.

No, in fact, when I asked her, ishonn said she had absolutely no critical remarks about the sentences’ length. Instead, she deserves compliments for pointing out e.g. where I needed to change or add some phrases, and for helping me find the best wording in each case. I think most additions were within (long) sentences, so the editing perhaps led to only more Cubism in syntax.

Thank you also for describing what was behind your receptiveness to the chill here. Perhaps the temperature as well as the lighting here derive naturally from the current conditions in Finland. On the other hand, having set almost half of my stories during the lost years, I’m used to – perhaps even addicted to – writing about Remus who seems to be feeling perpetually cold. Then again, in most stories featuring also Sirius we can feel the heat of summer, and here at least you, too, did eventually reach the warmth of home, didn’t you?

Perhaps once again I let your words evoke ideas you did not intend to convey. After ishonn has said that I use my few props well, I now wonder if the sharpness in the images of some concrete details, objects like the quilt, means that even though the mark they’ve left disappears fairly quickly – we lose sight of them – they are still naturally there (discernable) to be used for new purposes. Perhaps the same applies to thoughts, too, e.g. to the thought about an earlier owl (having brought bad news) which returns as the thought about Remus having been summoned to bury his parents.

Thanks to you I’ll remember that birds can be associated with hope (even when they first look like bad omens).