Fic: Juggle

Nov 24, 2005 00:09

This is...a weird one.

It just sort of came out, on a random prompt from my juggling balls sitting innocently beside my desk. I'd love constructive crit on it because of its abruptness and weirdness. I'm not sure how other people will take it.

x-posted a bit.

Title: Juggle
Author: tehangst
Website: n/a
Pairing(s): Remus/Sirius
Rating: PG
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hp, puppylove, fanfiction

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endora_taylor November 24 2005, 21:25:44 UTC
and for the rest of the year pages ninety-six and ninety-seven were fused together in sticky harmony.

this line made me stop and go, "omg." it's so beautiful.

Then he threw the remaining oranges up into a graceful arc and kissed Remus like there was nothing else in the world that mattered.

omg. in a graceful arc. are you trying to kill me?? (or, you know, sirius.)

The next time Remus had seen his face was on the front page of the Prophet, laughing wildly with nothing in his eyes.

::cries::

Familiarity settled comfortably into the cracks of Remus' scars and Sirius' broken fingers

this line just reeks of beauty and complete, happy calm. and the end!! such a contrast. my god, i could really feel remus's despair, the realization hitting him so fiercely. i could practically smell the oranges. this was lovely.

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minty_the_frog November 25 2005, 03:14:58 UTC
whoa. this just...it was incredible. i love how you took the odd, surprising subject of juggling oranges and made it significant, made the story evlolve around that. it was beautiful, the way the story grew with the theme. and i cried.

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yama_strife November 25 2005, 05:12:08 UTC
That was so beautiful. I don't think it was too abrupt or weird or anything like that, it's just wonderful.

Sirius has left him one last mess to clean up.

That line broke my heart right in two.

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eiranea November 25 2005, 23:11:06 UTC
*whimpers*

That was beautiful. And I would say more but I'm speechless in a sad and slightly teary way.

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