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Title is from "Blue Light of the Flame" by Dar Williams; lyrics are from "Bright Lights" by Carbon Leaf.

( When their final concert ends, the afterwards is heralded by the same silence that fills the halls of NG after they finish an album; it’s the same quiet mourning that eclipses the space left between the footsteps in the practice rooms and the slow whir and thump of the janitors and their machines. )

This fic doesn't feel right to me, so much so that it hasn't been added to my masterlist yet, but I can't quite put my finger on the problem. Comments/critiques?

Since it finally made it on fanfiction.net, I thought that I'd format it and post it here, too. (So it did go up eventually, Steph! :P )

Sirius/Remus, or Remus/Sirius (whatever floats your boat), and Remus/Tonks. Warnings for DH spoilers and interesting use of italics.

( There’s a shout, words that he can’t connect anymore, a flash of light, and then –  )

Comments/critiques?

This piece needs to have its scrawny neck wrung. Multiple times. I wrote the original draft back in February, if that says anything. I'm not sure how to add what I think I need to add, either.

Gravitation fic, alternate reality/history, multiple (mostly implied) pairings.

( He tried to love Eiri, truly he did, but fairytales don’t come true. And now that Eiri’s growing up, he doesn’t know how much longer he can take this reality, either. )

Comments/critques/advice? They will be greatly appreciated <3 .

It is *a* Gravi fic! Not *the* Gravi fic, but a Gravi fic! Yay!

Heavily inspired by Ed Harcourt's "Metaphorically Yours" (but doesn't really follow it, hence it is not a song-fic) and written while listening to his CD "From Every Sphere" over and over again. (Although I don't really recommend this CD. No, I don't get it either O.o .)

Tohma's POV. I really dislike Tohma, you know? But my brain insisted.

( In Tohma’s mind, love is more than a chemical reaction when it comes to Eiri. Perhaps because of this, he has mastered the skill of ignoring the angel on his shoulder (the one with terrible fashion sense) who insists that love, perhaps, isn’t the right word. )

Comments and critiques (especially on characterization and tense) are always welcome!

(Man... you can really see my motifs in this O.o . And I'm on break this next week! Yay!)

Sirius/Remus for my darling Kyraaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. *nods happily*

I think that I should point out that, in this piece, I totally disreguarded any kind of timeline from the HP universe so that I could replace it with fluff. And, darn, has it really been 7 months since I wrote/edited/posted fanfic? O.o Wow.

( He isn't quite sure what it is -- it could be the reality that they can't go back to Hogwarts any longer, or knowledge of the quiet war that’s starting to rage around them -- but lately he's found it harder and harder to let go of being Padfoot. It's simply so much easier to be a dog than to be a man. )

Comments and critiques - *especially* on my characterization (this isn't usually how I think of them...) and tenses - are very welcome.