Dude - how is it that you know my kinks without me telling you, and nail them so perfectly? The fic has a very noir-ish feel over it: rain, nighttime, seedy bar, a "dead" lover, first person narrative, a mystery ... I'm picturing Harry taking Draco back to his little flat on the bad side of town where a neon sign from the bodega across the street makes Draco's skin glow pale red and flawless, hiding the scars ... I'm seeing blue wispy cigarette smoke and shadowy ceiling fans and cold, hard rain ... and pain, sadness, angstwoewoobieheartbreak! Where has Draco been! How did he manage to somehow fake his death and then manage to stay away from Harry for twelve years? And more importantly - why did he come back? Why now?
I love the way it starts out feeling like a 50's detective novel and turns into something modern and angsty. It's beautiful ... I'm so honored to have been thought of :)
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Date: 2003-04-21 07:02 am (UTC)I love the way it starts out feeling like a 50's detective novel and turns into something modern and angsty. It's beautiful ... I'm so honored to have been thought of :)