October 23rd, 2009
|rsgamesmods||05:30 pm - Day 23 – Fic: Team AU : most famous knight of the world|
Team: Team AU
Title: most famous knight of the world
Warnings: Abuse of Arthurian legends
Genre(s): Romance, angst
Word Count: 3500 words
Summary: Remus has no need of the DADA job in Harry Potter’s third year at Hogwarts. Instead, he lives in a cottage by a lake on the side of a mountain and tries to make sense of it all.
most famous knight of the world
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I don't think I can adequately say how much I enjoyed this. There was so something dream-like about the whole thing, and yet I felt a razor-sharp edge running under it all. Truly wonderful. Thank you so much for sharing.
that was absolutely beautiful and stunningly written. i loved your use of Arthurian legend and the beauty of the landscape. there was so much to read between the lines.
Interesting premise and lovely writing. Enjoyed!
I've never actually read Mallery, but now because Remus does, I actually want to do it. This was also a very VISUAL fiction for me. I felt like I was watching a movie, but a good movie. There was something about how you beautifully set-up each scene and especially that lovely cottage that made me think of the big screen. You're a very talented writer, too.
Another intriguing entry from Team AU! Your Remus seems more in character in some ways than Rowlings! (More like the character of Professor Lupin in PoA, I mean.) Your descriptions were vivid enough to make this play out like a film in front of my eyes only better because certain things here left marks on my heart.
The full moon is the only punctuation to his writing, and he races around the lake, howls at the moon when it shows behind the clouds, runs his paws ragged on the scree of the mountainside. The wolf is searching, as it always does, for a stag, a rat and a dog.
‘It’s Sirius, isn’t it,’ he says, calm, because it feels as if the past decade has been for him and him alone, as if every moment’s thought is dedicated to the pursuit of understanding or the avoidance of the issue.
There are some cycles where the wolf simply chases the moon, howls up a devotion to her, huge, cold and unfeeling among the constellations that measure the lives of the astrologers as the moon measures and guides his. He plays in the shallows, paws slipping on the rocks, pursuing the fishes that are too fast to catch, over and over again. It is always the moon the wolf’s attention returns to, and he sits and drips and shivers a little until morning, watching her face.
When Padfoot shows up, not transforming for an entire week and Remus merely takes this in stride, I thought, “Of course.” It just felt so natural!
He can trace every one of Sirius’ ribs, and the shape of him as they lie together is a mix of familiar and unfamiliar proportions. They relearn each other with kisses and questing hands, sweeping over raised scars, the dips and hollows, soft skin to rough, every year mapped out, lost years, the times they’ll never talk about. Sirius is still ticklish, and still goes limp when Remus grips the back of his neck. In time, he’ll have gained weight; in time, perhaps, he’ll sleep with the window closed, and the nightmares will stop, and Remus won’t worry every time they leave the safety of the mountain. For a few perfect moments, though, this is all there is, Sirius is all that exists and everything that led up to it is nothing, and nothing will happen after. Remus closes his eyes and falls, and knows that Sirius falls with him. Then they sleep.
That last paragraph is GORGEOUS! But this... ‘Oh god, Sirius, you poor, stupid bastard,’ he murmurs to himself, and misses him with a force that pins him, stiff and still on the bed- werewolf, 29, male, good condition, cause of death unknown- and wonders how the fuck it went so dramatically wrong,... cut through me like a knife. Wonderful job.
Absolutely stunning, seriously, oh my god.