Wow, this is gorgeous and stunning and so well-written and I think it captures the essence of H/D. I love how throughout the fic Harry and Draco want each other, yet they can't be together because they've both got to play their parts. I love you you capture this, and how you capture the emotion, the violence, the want especially in parts like this: "No, not does, not when Potter's got his lip chewed an angry red like the sun set on fire and eyes bright enough to light the fucking flames because he wants and Draco wants, and he'll break him down a little bit at a time. He likes it more that way.." And how Draco says that he'll show Harry hate.
The prose in this is gorgeous and the descriptions are stunning. I love how you paint the scene at the Quidditch Match: The dying day bleeds light and darkens their game. Smudges everything a heavy blue-grey and makes it just that little bit too hard to see. I love the imagery in this like "Laughter was hanging just outside the window, but it's gone now, crushed beneath the march of muddy feet and chilled limbs."
I love the atmosphere of this fic, it's gritty and so vivid and yet somehow surreal. The characterisation is brilliant, I love your Draco. I heart Harry in this too especially in the second part. I love how you write even the minor characters like Hermione esp the ink imbedded down to the bone. I love everything about it, oh and I love the last scene, how they're both in denial and I love this part: "It's not like Draco doesn't still imagine that he'll walk away from Potter begging him, it's the only other thing always in his fantasies. He'll say, I'm going home. And Potter will say, can't you see I already am?" And oh the vaguiesh porn is good, see you can too write it. This is not bad AT ALL, it's brilliant and lovely and just so well-written. <3333 And oops this review is like really long.
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The prose in this is gorgeous and the descriptions are stunning. I love how you paint the scene at the Quidditch Match: The dying day bleeds light and darkens their game. Smudges everything a heavy blue-grey and makes it just that little bit too hard to see. I love the imagery in this like "Laughter was hanging just outside the window, but it's gone now, crushed beneath the march of muddy feet and chilled limbs."
I love the atmosphere of this fic, it's gritty and so vivid and yet somehow surreal. The characterisation is brilliant, I love your Draco. I heart Harry in this too especially in the second part. I love how you write even the minor characters like Hermione esp the ink imbedded down to the bone. I love everything about it, oh and I love the last scene, how they're both in denial and I love this part: "It's not like Draco doesn't still imagine that he'll walk away from Potter begging him, it's the only other thing always in his fantasies. He'll say, I'm going home. And Potter will say, can't you see I already am?" And oh the vaguiesh porn is good, see you can too write it. This is not bad AT ALL, it's brilliant and lovely and just so well-written. <3333 And oops this review is like really long.