The Wanlorn (
the_wanlorn) wrote2006-07-05 02:06 am
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Carol the night away.
Have you ever experienced anything so beautiful, so perfect, so right that your chest tightens up and you can't help but cry a little? It can be a sight, a smell, words on a page, a sunset, a scene in a movie, fresh apples from the first picking, anything. That's the reaction I had to reading All Through the Night, by Casira. It's a Sirius/Remus MWPP-era fic that, for one, doesn't ignore Peter. For two, is set during Christmastime. And for three, involves a choir. The boy was singing "The Coventry Carol."That particular passage hit me the hardest, a solid thunk to the gut. Every who knows me knows about my love for Christmastime. And everyone who knows me knows my passionate love for carols. A lot of the reasons for the former - in fact, all of them - I won't go into now. But for the latter, that passage sums it up. It's like I can feel the music in my bones, in my blood. Which is ridiculous, I know. But my entire body thrums with that music, all the time. It's... I don't know. Perhaps it's just another broken bit of brain. But for now, it's me. |

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