This fic still makes me cry, even on second and third readings. I think the 'cold' imagery worked very well here, it wasn't overdone, subtle enough that you get the feeling without actually realizing or analysing it in terms of technique.
I particularly liked the way you dealt with Charles and Peter's friendship. It was always puzzling to me how, in canon, their friendship didn't seem to suffer at all because of Harriet's case. And Harriet, in the later books, doesn't seem to connect Charles to her past, either. Granted, Harriet was saved in the books and Charles did help Peter with her case, but still...
I’m not sure where they’d have got white roses from in March.
The Netherlands. ;-)) I'm sure they grew roses, tomatoes and cucumbers year-round in huge greenhouses even then...
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I particularly liked the way you dealt with Charles and Peter's friendship. It was always puzzling to me how, in canon, their friendship didn't seem to suffer at all because of Harriet's case. And Harriet, in the later books, doesn't seem to connect Charles to her past, either. Granted, Harriet was saved in the books and Charles did help Peter with her case, but still...
I’m not sure where they’d have got white roses from in March.
The Netherlands. ;-)) I'm sure they grew roses, tomatoes and cucumbers year-round in huge greenhouses even then...