Beautifully written.

i don't really understand the last sentence. is that before his death or something?

anyway, aww,, sad. but i love it anyway (

Damn you and your GORGEOUSNESS!

So, I have come to the conclusion that I hate OotP Sirius. I mean, some days I would think 'man, they could get back to that hot, wild, passionate sex they so enjoyed back in the day.' But, here you go, ruining all my dreams. You seem to do that alot; crush my dreams of them having sex. And what's up with no dialogue for the past few fics? *cries* I want to hear Sirius' sexy voice!

Remus: Sh! Shut up! I'm GLAD I haven't had to listen to his whining all week.

Sirius: *writing on a piece of paper* But don't you miss my moans as we - *paper is ripped to shreds as Remus attacks him*

I love Remus and his powers of observation. And, god, the extended metaphor of 'grey', absolutely brilliant.

Mn? Sirius' 'whisper' that made Remus 'weak with need'? *does fangirl squeel* LOVE!

There's so much to say about this, but I don't think I can actually make it sound right. I just hope you understand that it was gorgeous, and wonderful as always.

Although I don't usually like fics where it makes reference to Sirius and his 'death', because he's not really dead, he's just biding his time in some cozy place where he can recuperate and come up with a plan to fuck Remus senseless, (because, really, Voldemort doesn't matter at all) I really loved this fic .

Sirius: *sitting in a room filled with paper* Shit. That idea's crap to. Maybe I could just show up and pounce him?

Random House Elf: You've already thought of that, sir, and already came to the conclusion that your 'dearest' would still think you were a ghost and either a) run screaming away and never have sex with you or b) have sex with you, thinking you were a ghost and you 'really don't need to know about Moony-dearest's Kinks'.

Sirius: Right. Damnit.

-Winter Plot

I don't think it was quite fair of you to even write this. Not fair to me. This is my favorite one that you've written, and I can't even explain to how simply wonderful this is.

"The art of disappearing he mastered to perfection."

There are some things that get you so involved that sometimes parts of it literally hurt, and that was one of them. That one line was heartbreaking, like so many of your lines, because of how simply true it was, and how hard Remus tries to bring him back. And you wonder, when he falls behidn the veil, how hard is Remus going to try to bring him back from that?

God, none of that makes sense. I love how you use his name, Black, to describe him slipping away into greys, compromising himself, and how he had to deal with all of that. How he hid, like he knew he was leaving in little ways, and he didn't want Remus to know...

Goodness. This one is definitely your best so far.

I love how you can write such a short story but get such a powerful point across. It was beautiful.

there i am again and i would have read this story sooner had i

read my emails earlier, but on with the review. i was wayching

out this time to see any hidden meanings, or things that good be

interpreted in more than one way, but i found that there were

none. I was all really straight forward and eventhough i really

did not like to see sirius die (for as far as we know) in ootp i

am glad that eventhough thi story is drama/angst i didn't get

that whole creepy feeling over me which is good for me because i

don't like that but i must admit that the tone/mood of the story

is absolutely that which is says but for me because it is in

first person perspective it wasn't as sad as i though it would.

anyway liked it liked it loved it and see you at your next story

:) (i did this space thing so you could read it better hope it helps ;) )

That's beautiful. Especially that last sentence...

:-)

That was brilliantly effective. I loved the way you used the colour grey to describe Sirius' slowly degenerating personality as he was forced to stay trapped in his house. 'Grey like dust' is such a contrast to the stormy grey he used to be, and that's sadder than anything.

I thought the last line: "He was black and white again, both at once, flickering and striking. Until. Until he fell, fear carved on his greying face." was perfect. It illustrated Sirius flaring back into life one more time before he died perfectly.

Constructive critscism time...However, there were a few grammatical errors that broke up the flow of it slightly. "him who’d been the soul of anything we did." And the word 'lanky' when describing his hair didn't really fit with the story - it's too informal.

But everything else was great :D

Thanks for a lovely read x