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Wings arc from your body as you begin to soar, rising and curving towards the sun as it filters down towards you through the ink-blue sky.
Water fills your lungs in a steady drip, drip, drip, and you are drowning instead.
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Laura <3 <3 <3
This is the long overdue review that I owe you, & I'm truly sorry it has taken me this long to write this. Since that time you first told me that you'd dedicated this gorgeous piece of writing to me, I've read this several more times. & I'm just really so blown away every time. By the amazing-ness of your writing, & also because you've gifted a fic to me of all people.
So. thank you. thank you so much. this means a lot to me *flails* *sobs* *dies an ineloquent death*
asdasfkjhkj THANK YOU for writing Ariana for me!! I love her character & I love fics that explore her in detail, because she has such a wasted narrative arc in canon, one that is always overshadowed by Albus. & your fic is a gorgeous rendition of her character, and her instability & all the traumas that afflict her. I really, really appreciate the level of detail that you've gone into to write her character, and how you've incorporated the myth of the Great Lynx, and how it ties in so deeply into her character. I had to look up the myth because I know nothing about Native American mythology, and I'm glad I had the chance to learn more about the Mishipeshu. Also! Apparently the Mishipeshu is always in opposition to the Thunderbird?? And Albus is the Thunderbird, if I remember correctly from your Kendra-centric fic (which is one of my favourite one-shots written by you!).
you shudder in time to the swish and the sway of the water below as it tumbles and gurgles a few feet below. It is solemn and discordant, a continuous rush of sibilant, miserable whispers - damp and weak, even as the wind rips at it from above, clawed hands scraping and catching at the tips of waves, ripping them taller, driving them away, away downstream and towards the sea.
^ sigh. Right from the beginning, such vivid gorgeous descriptive writing form you. & I always associate Ariana with water imagery, so this is just wonderful.
wild flowers, dropped like breadcrumbs leading round and round in endless, wandering circles to nowhere, a shower of jewels in dimmed, shaded blues and buttercup-yellows, imperial violets and bright, violent crimson. In the weak sunlight, the darker colours sank and the lighter colours - the pale, blushing pinks, and the brilliant whites, ephemeral sky blue petals and tiny cream blossoms bursting out of their buds
^ wow!! your description is so vivid, so striking and I just, halskdjlkasjdas gorgeous use of colour and visual imagery. It also struck me that this is probably taking place in Ariana's head, and that she's not really 100% living in the real world.
You do not shiver; instead, you merely watch, fascinated, how if you breathe on the flecks, white-grey mist blossoming out of your mouth and reaching out long fingers to trail across your skin, they warm, melting into you and leaving only the barest trace of themselves behind.
^ this is just lovely detail! *heart eyes*
Butterflies, electric blue and turquoise and soft periwinkle, flutter out of your mouth with every breath you take, quick and skipping, darting off into the ether; they all only ever make it a few heartbeats, a handful of seconds, before their wings stiffen and weaken and they fall, littering the forest floor with a carpet of greying, dusty bodies.
^ excuse me while I die at the creepy beauty of this image alskjdlaks HOW DO YOU DO THIS THIS IS AMAZING *swoons*
Oh, Ariana, you hear again, and as the leaves shift overhead in the breeze, there is a sudden burst of light, bright and fierce and shimmering, and you see yourself reflected in rich blue eyes, a lock of auburn hair still heavy with water slipping down and leaving a trail of tiny, sparkling drops across a cheekbone.
^ I love how Albus is introduced in your fic. (I'm assuming it's Albus...if I'm wrong, please throw a buffalo at me...) I think Ariana kinda idolises him, the way she sees him with so much power and grace and beauty. I love how he's associated with the wind and light and all the things she's not - the contrast between them is done so well.
A single eye, light and an icy, eggshell blue, glints in the dark; you cannot see another, and you shiver - wrong, wrong, wrong. walking
^ oooh, is that Gellert?? that icy eggshell blue eye of his is such perfect word choice. Perfect and also very unsettling. I love all the wrongness about him, and how intuitive Ariana is. She's so much more intuitive than Albus.
In the light, oil-blue and slick, sly, your brother looks older, tired, halfway to dead, with hollows under his eyes and strands of black littering his hair, ash amongst a fire; but when he glances at his friend, always, always a few steps behind, there is a hunger and a sweet ferocity, alive and dancing, which you do not recognise.
^ & here comes the Albus / Gellert. And all the unhealthiness of it. :p This paragraph sums them up so well - how Gellert changes Albus, and not for the best.
In the pool at your feet, reflected, you see the dark, vicious gleam in your eyes and the white points of your teeth, bared and snarling, the supple, languid way your arms and your legs move, your head rising first, too smooth and too elegant to be human.
^ I'm kinda imagining that Ariana looks into the pool & sees the Great Lynx as part of her. She too, has that wilderness in her, and there's something savage & predatory about her in this moment. she isn't just a traumatised girl; she definitely doesn't feel helpless, even if the whole world is against her, or if the whole world overlooks her as a person. I love this vicious other side to her character.
&& & I think I've gone through the whole thing again!! I'm still just so honoured that you wrote me this. It's absolutely beautiful & I love this so much THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.
and OMG that note at the end. 18 months of planning & writing this fic? that is a LONG time, it's a LOT of work & i'm just humbled that you've taken so much time and put in so much detail. it truly is the perfect gift for me.
Laura, I'm so glad to have met you (online) - you are an amazing friend. & you always check up on me even if I'm not very active on the forums, or even on Twitter. Just know that you are an absolutely wonderful and beautiful person. And that you truly are an incredible writer with an amazing talent for creating the best descriptive prose, and the most well-crafted characters.
Thank you once again, truly.
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To Astrid's chagrin, her parents, who are far too old for this type of funny business, birth her an annoying, redfaced, wailing sister. When she's twenty. So when her parents name the baby Britta, Astrid calls her Burpy instead.
Messes are born, chaos ensues, and amidst it all, the baby somehow, somehow survives childhood. Not that Astrid cares or anything.
(for Bianca and her love of dragons)
I'm here as promised to read your JulNo fic. :D I think this is the first thing I've ever read by you and wow, what a gorgeous little fic this is. I'm so pleased that I'm actually familiar with HTTYD so maximum appreciation from me for this. You've got all the details of the HTTYD-verse beautifully, the littlest things that just brings all the scenes to live, e.g. the levers, flinging sheep up in the air for dragons to catch, Itchy Armpit, the pub -- all of them wonderful and just so lively - I loved all of it.
And of course, Astrid and Burpy. Burpy is absolutely adorable, and Astrid too. The way you write them and their interactions is lovely. Astrid is absolutely in-character with her tough-talking tough girl exterior (but the end just proves she's a giant softie, especially toward her sister). I lol-ed at Astrid giving newborn Burpy a whole long lecture about how to use an axe - her Viking side is definitely showing. It's great to see Astrid's journey as well from start to end -- she definitely grows along with Burpy, and by the end, that harrowing last scene, something definitely breaks open in her, breaks her open to Burpy. And it's beautiful; it's such a good development in Astrid's character. From all the humour to his moment where Astrid just feels so vulnerable and helpless (yet she still risks her life for her darling sister).
And I just want to mention your other characters as well - how delightfully in-character they are. Ruffnut and Tuffnut, Fishlegs philosophising away, Hiccup and Toothless's interactions -- all of them were wonderful and beautifully and deftly portrayed. The humour and the dialogue are amazing. :)
So it's been a long long long while since I've actually read anything on these archives >.< But this has been such a wonderful heartwarming read, and the best way I could re-acquaint myself with these archives. You're an absolutely amazing writer, and I can't wait to see what else you'll write. Keep going at it! <3
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The books would paint it as something gloriously tragic. They would say that Draco is a work of art: copper stains on his teeth, wrists thin and carnations knitting together his ribs. A boy hopelessly and deliriously in love.
Perhaps that is true, but so is this - Draco Malfoy is dying and it's Hermione Granger who led him here.
I was just browsing the recently added section because I felt like it...and your fic caught my eye, so I clicked and read. And read. And read.
Holy smokes this is amazing. Great AU, great use of the trope, great structuring of the fic, I love everything about this, from the non-linear structure, to Draco's shifting perspective, to the detail about the Hanahaki disease, and how you merge it so seamlessly into the wizarding world. That little story at the end was a bonus and I love love LOVED it. Even your side characters like Lycoris are so sharply and finely drawn.
Overall, such an amazing fic. I'm so glad I read this. Can't wait to read more from you.
Ahhh thank you so much, that means a lot (especially coming from you since you write wonderfully)! I was experimenting a lot with the entire thing whether it was the order of the scenes or the way the trope was involved. The idea of making it a pureblood disease just grabbed me and wouldn't let me go, especially because I felt it would lend to the whole pureblood rhetoric in a way that had interesting implications. I'm glad you liked that story at the end because that was the part that gave me the most grief haha.
Thank you for the lovely review <33