Thank you for linking me here - and I should probably thank you for a whole wonderful afternoon of ficcage heaven because after commenting in your journal I sneaked onto your webpage and devoured about all the fic I could until my heart was racing and my head was spinning and I felt all sorts of wobbly because there's only so much of fantastic fic a woman can take. I probably should have been a little wiser and saved myself some, enjoying it bit by delicious bit, but it's like chocolate and I have no selfcontrol whatsoever, so I just sat there and stuffed my mouth with both hands with er chocolate, er your stories and damn, that metaphor really doesn't work, does it?
So, I'm totally exhausted and deliriously filled with smutty goodness, so much in fact that I'm not even able to leave proper feedback to each single story to praise it the way it deserves to be praised. Shame on me. So, I cheat and holler a 'hooray all around' and let me just say that the Viggo/Karl dirty talk fic killed me even more than the other stories did. My, that was glorious.
Aaaanyway, back to this story which I love quite a lot. Grieving and feeling useless is a dangerous mixture for they can turn a conversation into whining so easily, but not in this. I am not sure I could point my finger onto why this works so very nicely but in the end it's Sirius _after_ Askaban and yet there still is Sirius before that in him, something not many nowadays-fics manage to combine. My heart broke when he said how much he missed their friends and Remus, God, how wonderful is Remus.
Must go and eat now. Have forgotten to do so due to somebody's endless list of goodness. *stumbles off*
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Date: 2007-07-12 05:55 pm (UTC)So, I'm totally exhausted and deliriously filled with smutty goodness, so much in fact that I'm not even able to leave proper feedback to each single story to praise it the way it deserves to be praised. Shame on me. So, I cheat and holler a 'hooray all around' and let me just say that the Viggo/Karl dirty talk fic killed me even more than the other stories did. My, that was glorious.
Aaaanyway, back to this story which I love quite a lot. Grieving and feeling useless is a dangerous mixture for they can turn a conversation into whining so easily, but not in this. I am not sure I could point my finger onto why this works so very nicely but in the end it's Sirius _after_ Askaban and yet there still is Sirius before that in him, something not many nowadays-fics manage to combine. My heart broke when he said how much he missed their friends and Remus, God, how wonderful is Remus.
Must go and eat now. Have forgotten to do so due to somebody's endless list of goodness. *stumbles off*