October 18th, 2009
|rsgamesmods||11:58 am - Day 18 – Fic: Team AU: Can't Write Home|
Title: Can't Write Home
Warnings: pretention, genre-less-ness
Word Count: 1,868
Summary: The author reads On the Road. Sirius and Remus take a trip. Remus makes a discovery. 1950s America AU.
Prompt: Spirit/Spirituality (Word prompt for Violet)
Can't Write Home
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what an amazing use of the prompt. i've always thought of travel and being on the road as being a very spiritual thing. it certainly was for kerouac and friends.
you're a strong writer with a very evocative style.
i really loved reading this. it felt like poetry and like being in someone's brain.
|Date:||October 18th, 2009 09:42 pm (UTC)|| |
This abounds in a kind of hovering, shimmering clarity of voice that I haven't seen in ages, and it's just so, so lovely. Just fantastic. ♥
Exciting and original and bloody brilliant really!
The way Sirius is looking at him, it makes him nervous, makes his stomach tie all up in knots. He’s been ignoring for days, for longer really, for all the weeks they’ve known each other, these feelings he’s not supposed to have, but they’re welling up now sudden and scary. He keeps his eyes open anyway, just staring into Sirius’s like he can scare him too, like maybe if he stares long enough he’ll get his answers.
“I call it the spirit,” Sirius says. “But I don’t know really.”
That young man, Remus’s mother had said, after dinner, Remus staring out the window, at his own reflection in the black of the window, that young man, he has spirit. That’s what I think. A real and honest and open spirit.
Remus knows suddenly and with fierce certainty that she was right, and so is Sirius, now, equally right, and that the fire he held in his hand has been burning inside him all along.
I don't know. But some piece of this speaks to some piece of me, deep.
Gorgeous fic. It feels like an open road.
Irresistibly beautiful. Your language is gorgeous. The way you make this patch of grass real, and those landscapes hyper-real – while we don’t get to see clearly how they make any progress across the continent... The tone in Sirius’s talk about James and Peter and them sounds very real, too – one of my favourite parts in this.
Wow. The fic itsself is simply amazing but i love your sirius he's so intense and yet has that touch of innocence tha tmakes him so endearing. <3
Really amazing little fic you have here. You managed to say so much in just a few words. Lovely.
Beautiful use of the prompt and gorgeous imagery!
Here via Paula McG's rec, and very glad I came. Lovely language! M.