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kascheI'm still feeling rather bad about posting it only today, and not last week as I'd planned.
Because, you see, today I want to talk about a writer who isn't as known, and appreciated, as she would deserve to be. Jadis 31 (predictably,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jadis31) is what you'd call a niche author, in fact. She writes (surprise, surprise) mostly Remus/Sirius stories, but thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
queerditch_pub (All the drabble she wrote can be found here, by the way) we've seen other pairings as well (included, but not limited to, Crabbe/Goyle. And, yes, I've read that one. Considering how picky I can be, I wouldn't do this for anyone, I'll have you know. :) )
Now. Maybe you don't need to know that about me, but write a good angst story, a realistic one, that strikes deep, and I'll be yours forever. And she writes angst extremely well. Take Almost Close Enough To Touch, for instance. It's bitter and poignant - Remus there is one of the most IC - and has a brilliant take on the "mating for life" theme.
In fact, she's good with new takes on old themes, if we can call this that. Another good example is Simple Things, about what concerns the relationship between Remus and Sirius. AND regarding the way Harry reacts to their couple. In the most part of this kind of stories, Harry was anything but supportive. Always. Very few stories left any room for doubt.
She's also good with humor, too. Both The Lies of Lily Potter, In Search of the Perfect Figure (also known as "Don't be vague, ask for Sirius' ass!") and Familiarity are a good example of that - even if, I have to say, the latter is also a good example of the fact that she is good at writing smut. Good thing she changed idea about that. :)
Well, I realize that I could go on and commenting every single story she wrote. Or rather, not "could", but "would". Certainly "would like to". Alas, I realize this could not only be, well, massive, but also counterproductive, and we don't want that.
And you'll have to forgive me, now. I'm going to post too long quotes. I'm sorry. I can't help it. I was going to post one, then I saw the other and thought "Well."
No, you're right, I'm not really sorry.
Under My Umbrella
Bill saw them once, in Diagon alley. Two men his father knew. They talked for a moment, Bill didn’t know what about. It was in the hushed tones adults used around him. Bill hadn’t really noticed them at the time, he was more interested in the new brooms in the window display.
It wasn’t until later, his father was in talking to Olivander, settling on a price for Bill’s first wand, that he saw them, and this time *noticed* them.
He was huddled in the doorway, keeping out of the rain. They were there, sharing an umbrella, standing close together on the side of the street. Their hands and mouths and bodies all over each other. Bill didn’t think they noticed him, or anyone else, he doubted they even noticed the rain or the war or anything in the world that wasn’t under that umbrella with them.
Bill stared for minutes, watching them. Staring at them, transfixed by it. The door behind him opened, his father came out and didn’t notice them at all. Bill and his father walked away, leaving the two men under their umbrella.
He’d only seen them once, but Bill never forgot it. Late at night, alone in his room he could recall every detail, even years later.
Christmas Eve Gift (and no one wants the gifts under the tree)
“Sirius, what’s that on the floor?” Remus’ shout split through Sirius’ already pounding head.
Sirius stared straight up at the ceiling. He didn’t answer. He didn’t know if he could. His mouth tasted like an ashtray, one soaked in whiskey. His stomach wouldn’t stay where it was supposed to be and his head… oh, his head was killing him. Truly, he thought he could die from the pain. He almost hoped he would.
Remus walked over to the sofa. His face was red and angry. Sirius knew he was in real trouble, but he couldn’t move. Couldn’t even turn his head to see what Remus was pointing at. He closed his eyes.
Remus, the devil, pulled Sirius’ head up, forcing him to look across the room. He was pointing and shouting, but Sirius couldn’t make out what he was saying. The pounding in his head was too loud.
Finally his eyes caught the yellow puddle under the tree, staining the carpet and some of the gifts. Sirius closed his eyes again. “Wasn’t me…. Padfoot did it.” He mumbled before tipping into oblivion.
Remus/Sirius - Aftermath of Azkaban
Sirius noticed the changes right away; before he’d even seen Remus he knew nothing was the same. In the halls of Hogwarts he could smell the difference; Remus’ scent but with more copper and pain. When he saw Remus the first time, a glimpse of him across the Quidditch pitch, he saw a man he didn’t know- grey hair and tattered robes were nothing he hadn’t expected, but the shine was gone. Moony had always shone, at least in Sirius’ eyes and now he didn’t. Sirius’ heart broke. He knew he was the cause.
When he’d seen Remus again, in the shack that first meeting, he noticed the real change. Remus was harder, stronger, colder than Sirius could have imagined. As they prepared to kill Peter, Sirius felt as though he didn’t know Remus at all anymore. But that night he also saw Remus smile, felt his arms strong and tight around him. Sirius knew that some things didn’t change, or at least they could be fixed.
Like what you see? Don't waste time telling me, then, go to her!
Because, you see, today I want to talk about a writer who isn't as known, and appreciated, as she would deserve to be. Jadis 31 (predictably,
jadis31) is what you'd call a niche author, in fact. She writes (surprise, surprise) mostly Remus/Sirius stories, but thanks to queerditch_pub (All the drabble she wrote can be found here, by the way) we've seen other pairings as well (included, but not limited to, Crabbe/Goyle. And, yes, I've read that one. Considering how picky I can be, I wouldn't do this for anyone, I'll have you know. :) )Now. Maybe you don't need to know that about me, but write a good angst story, a realistic one, that strikes deep, and I'll be yours forever. And she writes angst extremely well. Take Almost Close Enough To Touch, for instance. It's bitter and poignant - Remus there is one of the most IC - and has a brilliant take on the "mating for life" theme.
In fact, she's good with new takes on old themes, if we can call this that. Another good example is Simple Things, about what concerns the relationship between Remus and Sirius. AND regarding the way Harry reacts to their couple. In the most part of this kind of stories, Harry was anything but supportive. Always. Very few stories left any room for doubt.
She's also good with humor, too. Both The Lies of Lily Potter, In Search of the Perfect Figure (also known as "Don't be vague, ask for Sirius' ass!") and Familiarity are a good example of that - even if, I have to say, the latter is also a good example of the fact that she is good at writing smut. Good thing she changed idea about that. :)
Well, I realize that I could go on and commenting every single story she wrote. Or rather, not "could", but "would". Certainly "would like to". Alas, I realize this could not only be, well, massive, but also counterproductive, and we don't want that.
And you'll have to forgive me, now. I'm going to post too long quotes. I'm sorry. I can't help it. I was going to post one, then I saw the other and thought "Well."
No, you're right, I'm not really sorry.
Under My Umbrella
Bill saw them once, in Diagon alley. Two men his father knew. They talked for a moment, Bill didn’t know what about. It was in the hushed tones adults used around him. Bill hadn’t really noticed them at the time, he was more interested in the new brooms in the window display.
It wasn’t until later, his father was in talking to Olivander, settling on a price for Bill’s first wand, that he saw them, and this time *noticed* them.
He was huddled in the doorway, keeping out of the rain. They were there, sharing an umbrella, standing close together on the side of the street. Their hands and mouths and bodies all over each other. Bill didn’t think they noticed him, or anyone else, he doubted they even noticed the rain or the war or anything in the world that wasn’t under that umbrella with them.
Bill stared for minutes, watching them. Staring at them, transfixed by it. The door behind him opened, his father came out and didn’t notice them at all. Bill and his father walked away, leaving the two men under their umbrella.
He’d only seen them once, but Bill never forgot it. Late at night, alone in his room he could recall every detail, even years later.
Christmas Eve Gift (and no one wants the gifts under the tree)
“Sirius, what’s that on the floor?” Remus’ shout split through Sirius’ already pounding head.
Sirius stared straight up at the ceiling. He didn’t answer. He didn’t know if he could. His mouth tasted like an ashtray, one soaked in whiskey. His stomach wouldn’t stay where it was supposed to be and his head… oh, his head was killing him. Truly, he thought he could die from the pain. He almost hoped he would.
Remus walked over to the sofa. His face was red and angry. Sirius knew he was in real trouble, but he couldn’t move. Couldn’t even turn his head to see what Remus was pointing at. He closed his eyes.
Remus, the devil, pulled Sirius’ head up, forcing him to look across the room. He was pointing and shouting, but Sirius couldn’t make out what he was saying. The pounding in his head was too loud.
Finally his eyes caught the yellow puddle under the tree, staining the carpet and some of the gifts. Sirius closed his eyes again. “Wasn’t me…. Padfoot did it.” He mumbled before tipping into oblivion.
Remus/Sirius - Aftermath of Azkaban
Sirius noticed the changes right away; before he’d even seen Remus he knew nothing was the same. In the halls of Hogwarts he could smell the difference; Remus’ scent but with more copper and pain. When he saw Remus the first time, a glimpse of him across the Quidditch pitch, he saw a man he didn’t know- grey hair and tattered robes were nothing he hadn’t expected, but the shine was gone. Moony had always shone, at least in Sirius’ eyes and now he didn’t. Sirius’ heart broke. He knew he was the cause.
When he’d seen Remus again, in the shack that first meeting, he noticed the real change. Remus was harder, stronger, colder than Sirius could have imagined. As they prepared to kill Peter, Sirius felt as though he didn’t know Remus at all anymore. But that night he also saw Remus smile, felt his arms strong and tight around him. Sirius knew that some things didn’t change, or at least they could be fixed.
Like what you see? Don't waste time telling me, then, go to her!
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on 2005-03-22 11:30 am (UTC)I need a brain icon. Even if I'd probably use it just with you. XD