Okay, so, fair warning from the start, this comment is going to be a mess. This story is a masterpiece and I can't brain how to elucidate my remember right now.
From the start, every word totally sucked me in, but in the first section, I particularly love this line:
'Sirius wonders sometimes, in fits of melancholy and whisky-tinged fatigue, if that’s where he should be now.'
I can see this. God, I can feel it. And who could blame him? Stuck in this atmospheric house with its mildewed walls and haunted by memories of happier times.
I love, love, love your interpretation of the Veil. Head canon applied. You fill us in with the basic premise of how the Veil works, but your genius use of oxymorons leaves it as something ethereal, mysterious and incomprehensible. I'm talking about 'buried in ivory shadows' and 'fluttering nothing'.
This: 'wobbling under the somersaulting vertigo of being corporeal' gave me a lovely mental image. Think Sirius-cum-baby-giraffe. Yeah... *g*
I like that the ghosts aren't, strictly speaking, canon (because they don't seem to interact directly with the living, and maybe not everyone can see them). It makes me wonder if they really are ghosts, in the HP sense, or just memories triggered in Sirius's mind that he interprets in the safest way he can, the way that provides him the most comfort. Seeing James and Lily dancing around the house, oblivious and carefree, probably helps Sirius to convince himself that what he's doing isn't so wrong, that they wouldn't mind.
And Harry and Sirius... Gah, they're just so comfortable with each other. And yet there's this thing between them, every unspoken experience and thought of guilt and feeling of belonging that neither of them can express.
I think the most striking thing about this is the calm acceptance with which it is told. I mean, we still get a sense of the Sirius we know from canon, it's still very much him, but he has grown, as he rightly should. It's as if all this history, all these painful memories and difficult experiences... Sirius has just come to embrace them as a part of who he is as much as he mourns the parts of who he was that he has lost.
This fic just means so much, it's got such a powerful message behind it, and so beautifully shows the way that one of my favourite characters has matured. This is going to stay with me for years <333
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From the start, every word totally sucked me in, but in the first section, I particularly love this line:
'Sirius wonders sometimes, in fits of melancholy and whisky-tinged fatigue, if that’s where he should be now.'
I can see this. God, I can feel it. And who could blame him? Stuck in this atmospheric house with its mildewed walls and haunted by memories of happier times.
I love, love, love your interpretation of the Veil. Head canon applied. You fill us in with the basic premise of how the Veil works, but your genius use of oxymorons leaves it as something ethereal, mysterious and incomprehensible. I'm talking about 'buried in ivory shadows' and 'fluttering nothing'.
This: 'wobbling under the somersaulting vertigo of being corporeal' gave me a lovely mental image. Think Sirius-cum-baby-giraffe. Yeah... *g*
I like that the ghosts aren't, strictly speaking, canon (because they don't seem to interact directly with the living, and maybe not everyone can see them). It makes me wonder if they really are ghosts, in the HP sense, or just memories triggered in Sirius's mind that he interprets in the safest way he can, the way that provides him the most comfort. Seeing James and Lily dancing around the house, oblivious and carefree, probably helps Sirius to convince himself that what he's doing isn't so wrong, that they wouldn't mind.
And Harry and Sirius... Gah, they're just so comfortable with each other. And yet there's this thing between them, every unspoken experience and thought of guilt and feeling of belonging that neither of them can express.
I think the most striking thing about this is the calm acceptance with which it is told. I mean, we still get a sense of the Sirius we know from canon, it's still very much him, but he has grown, as he rightly should. It's as if all this history, all these painful memories and difficult experiences... Sirius has just come to embrace them as a part of who he is as much as he mourns the parts of who he was that he has lost.
This fic just means so much, it's got such a powerful message behind it, and so beautifully shows the way that one of my favourite characters has matured. This is going to stay with me for years <333