Oh my GOD. This fic! First, I have to say, what really got me about it was how well you wrote that sense of disjointed, restrained madness that exemplifies a very Post-Azkaban Sirius. His thoughts, their processes, they're just perfect. I mean, I can feel his wildness here, if that makes sense. The ruin and stink of Azkaban and the Dementors linger over his every thought and it's... not to repeat myself, but it's perfect.
And then the utter sexiness of it. Of Kingsley and Remus grinding on the dance floor, the beat of the music that I could feel through your words, the disorientation of the strobe lights, and the heat and press of Charlie. Whoever you are, you've managed to write one of my favorite fics of the season. This is just awesome.
And then the utter sexiness of it. Of Kingsley and Remus grinding on the dance floor, the beat of the music that I could feel through your words, the disorientation of the strobe lights, and the heat and press of Charlie. Whoever you are, you've managed to write one of my favorite fics of the season. This is just awesome.