(By the way, it's so funny writing Severus with the new canon. He's a lovesick puppy, and it's IC.)
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They are passionate. They have their own private armies. They are bespectacled, and they are absolutely, ruthlessly determined not to let anything stop them from their highest goals. They command a frightening amount of power, in their respectively secret ways, and they have honor which prevents them from misusing it…too much.
They have never before met anyone of the opposite sex whom they could truly call an equal.
Walter poured more tea for Tamaki, who sniffed and blinked sorrowfully up at him. “Walter…do you think they’re…in love?”
Walter sighed. "Only in, if I may use the term, a narcissistic fashion."
Wow. I mean, really, WOW. I really, really liked this. You have a way with the physical actions of the characters, and impact of the environment; you know how to bring a scene to life. Remus rubbing his tongue on the roof of his mouth, Lily bouncing on her arm, the wall trembling behind them at the end, etc etc etc. Very vivid, very alive.Best I've gotten in a while, honestly.
Even the exposition was evocative and complete, giving us tastes of other characters even though they are not the focus: Harry had a wonderful ability to make him forget unpleasant things. A sort of obliviator-field, as Sirius called it. So succinct and wonderful.
The hand holding and the "I love you's" actually took my breath away, which is something to be said for a fic. I adored the ending, from And what does one say through the end. The last sentence was so incredibly evocative.
And of course excellent use of the prompt. Such an economical piece, succinct and vibrant -- a fabulous snapshot of two people clinging to life, though love. I really, really loved this. Very glad you posted it. :D
Inspired by buttfacemakani, I recently started writing a Lucius/Narcissa fic (I have about thirty things - and the majority of them Hellsing, yes - in progress right now). Anyway, as it is really my first Malfoy fic (besides Put a Light in the Window, which is Draco/Ginny, and in which I kill both Lucius and Narcissa off), I've been doing some musing on both of their backgrounds. Particularly Lucius', since I've never really focused on that before.
So at the moment I'm pondering his motivation for becoming a Death Eater. Taking an enlightened perspective, I'm assuming it's more than just "yay killing mudbloods sign me up." I believe he's an intelligent man - and also a Slytherin, so self-interest is a pretty strong motivation in all his doings - and so hmm.
I could pull out a few theories on why, but I'm also wondering if any essays or developed theories might have already been presented on why Lucius became a Death Eater. Could anyone summarise their ideas, or pass a link?
Walter waited silently by the door, watching as Integra stood before the full-length mirror. She was staring into it as she adjusted her ascot and cross, her gloved fingers moving so slowly it almost appeared as though they were in a trance.
“Walter,” she said, speaking very softly as her gaze never moved from the mirror, and he glanced at her face as he barely saw her lips move. “What do you think my father would say, if he could see me now?”
He opened his mouth to speak, then stopped; the honest answer that he believed was that it would be impossible for her father to recognize her. But he couldn’t say that – what else could he say, that would somehow reassure her – perhaps that her father would be proud of her, ultimately (if he ever got his voice back), that she was serving Hellsing so well –
Integra moved her head very slightly to glance at him, her fingers still touching the perfectly straight tie, and she had never looked more emotionless.
Then she dropped her hands and moved away from the mirror, passing through the door – saying almost idly as she did, though the detachment in her voice made the skin on the back of his neck prickle:
“That’s all right. I’m not doing it for him anyway.”