The feeling has lasted this long, tucked inside paper and string.
And at last, he knows it will.
Oh, god. I've missed your writing. This is gorgeous, delicate and infused with your (your) version of Remus, whom I so love. In the hands of another writer, it would be a story of heartbreak and regrets, but even though the heartbreak is there, your Remus is above theatrics; he'll take what he gets, even the pain, and he'll cherish it as much as all the happy memories. It's not that he's numb or resigned to his own suffering - and he's known so much - but he hasn't been twisted by it.
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Date: Wednesday, December 27th, 2006 10:29 pm (UTC)The feeling has lasted this long, tucked inside paper and string.
And at last, he knows it will.
Oh, god. I've missed your writing. This is gorgeous, delicate and infused with your (your) version of Remus, whom I so love. In the hands of another writer, it would be a story of heartbreak and regrets, but even though the heartbreak is there, your Remus is above theatrics; he'll take what he gets, even the pain, and he'll cherish it as much as all the happy memories. It's not that he's numb or resigned to his own suffering - and he's known so much - but he hasn't been twisted by it.
I hope you had a Merry Christmas, my dear.