Here via ignipes's rec and very glad I came. :) Beautiful description, and I love the sense of quiet melancholy throughout the fic. The cottage made me break a little inside (stupid fucking drapery indeed) but my favorite was this:
And in the chaos, the memories begin to fall into place. A sly smile, a rumpled bed sheet, she sorts through the moments she's always overlooked. A laugh at some joke that no one else at the table understands, a temper flaring whenever Remus is away, a gentle touch and carefully brewed cup of tea before a long full moon night, a thousand moments and glances and unspoken questions slide across her memory. Her assumptions melt in the face of the word, together.
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2005-08-16 03:58 (UTC)And in the chaos, the memories begin to fall into place. A sly smile, a rumpled bed sheet, she sorts through the moments she's always overlooked. A laugh at some joke that no one else at the table understands, a temper flaring whenever Remus is away, a gentle touch and carefully brewed cup of tea before a long full moon night, a thousand moments and glances and unspoken questions slide across her memory. Her assumptions melt in the face of the word, together.
Beautifully done. :)