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[librae]

where we go
sirius/remus, g, 235 whole words

All the things he doesn't know are floating around his head like air, like breeze. He doesn't know where he misplaced his book or the intention behind his letters to Harry (he has to walk away from the desk and leave the quill dotting purple in the margins, because he doesn't know what he's trying to

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[blacksatinrose]

<3

Your writing makes me wail and cling to the beauty.

[librae]

Hi. :)
Good.
Thanks.

I don't believe in the sun...

[ex_stateline124]

Mmmalksdjfkasgahack. OW. For such a short piece, it's sure knows how to punch.

The end does not exist.

Because Sirius isn't really dead Oh, Remus. :(

Re: I don't believe in the sun...

[librae]

Huh. It didn't mean to punch you, honest!

[august_snow]

The end does not exist.

That hurts. For such a short piece, it really hurts. :(

[librae]

Oh bugger. I think that means I've failed miserably, then. :P

[shatterglass]

Mmmm.

[librae]

Hmmm?

[orange_crushed]

"Maybe he is, and maybe there is."

Nice. So nice. I love your Remus, drifing around like a leaf. The writing is very smooth, and the characterization is even better.

[librae]

Thank you!