Nngh. I do not mind at all love, if you're going to be doing things like that instead. That was so deliciously wrought that I feel kind of bad for having devoured it. But the tone and the imagery were spot on. I don't believe I've ever read a fic with Slughorn in it before, but next to your Snape (because who else's could be he for me at this point?) he is such a rounded character. I love the part about the knife best. <3
You do know how to make a writer--and a player--feel appreciated! Out of curiosity, was it any particular part with the knife? I felt a bit like I was writing a sestina while I was writing this, with certain things constantly coming back. But circles of prose, or anything else, seem appropriate for Horace. ;)
I've just finished homework, am too brain dead to say anything coherent. This is very lovely - I really enjoyed the almost dreamlike tone throuought, and the POV was awesome.
More tomorrow, but I wanted you to know I really loved it. :) Thank you.
Oh wow. I'm SO glad you pointed me at this. It's fabulous!
There's that dark seduction of your prose which as moments of appropriate unclarity- which yes, is a compliment. And the very Snapeliness of his words, especially this part: “Perhaps I should have given Carrow the House and had done with it,” he’s informed in tones of frozen courtesy, “if you’re not going to look after the little brats.” Albus fell, but Albus lived faith.
Beautiful exchange.
And I love the bit about the moths, how it ties everything together. But god, the ending- Horace Slughorn knows the story of the moth, and when a black tomb is laid next to the white, he brings from the bones of the castle milky blue slate to change the stone of it with. He wouldn’t wear black anymore, Horace is sure. Not now the air's clearing.- It just broke me (and my voices).
(wriggles happily) I almost always end up writing my muses third-person when not actually playing them. I like the disconnect between what they're seen to be doing and what they're thinking, and the nexus when they speak. n,n
(hugs you and your voices and quotes AU at them) ;)
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I've just finished homework, am too brain dead to say anything coherent. This is very lovely - I really enjoyed the almost dreamlike tone throuought, and the POV was awesome.
More tomorrow, but I wanted you to know I really loved it. :) Thank you.
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And also glad the POV worked. ;)
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There's that dark seduction of your prose which as moments of appropriate unclarity- which yes, is a compliment. And the very Snapeliness of his words, especially this part:
“Perhaps I should have given Carrow the House and had done with it,” he’s informed in tones of frozen courtesy, “if you’re not going to look after the little brats.”
Albus fell, but Albus lived faith.
Beautiful exchange.
And I love the bit about the moths, how it ties everything together. But god, the ending-
Horace Slughorn knows the story of the moth, and when a black tomb is laid next to the white, he brings from the bones of the castle milky blue slate to change the stone of it with. He wouldn’t wear black anymore, Horace is sure. Not now the air's clearing.-
It just broke me (and my voices).
So, lovely. *HUGS*
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I almost always end up writing my muses third-person when not actually playing them. I like the disconnect between what they're seen to be doing and what they're thinking, and the nexus when they speak. n,n
(hugs you and your voices and quotes AU at them) ;)
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