Harrumph, harrumph, if you're going to beat me, at least I can catch up using your own stuff. Now, I'm always iffy with songfics, even ones that only using the song as a jumping-off point, as you seem to have. But the few times it's done well, it's done well, and you, obviously, are no exception. I still remember the ridiculous crackiness of 12fsw, but then I remember things like Silhouettes, and now this, and I remember that your talent is all-encompassing. And versatility is kind of rare in fanfic so I'm extremely glad that I've found you and can marvel at you with all of my (few) squeeing powers.
I don't know why, but I've always had a hard time believing in love, precisely, between Lucius and Narcissa. Love doesn't seem to be able to exist in that world. But that's just my bias, and my years thinking of how they come together and relate to each other, because you established this interpretation of them so beautifully. Painfully. But there's pain in beauty and beauty in pain (omg that's so emo -- omg and emo look startlingly alike if you don't look at the little swirly bit on the 'g'), and it's exquisite and pretty. Lucius is deftly characterized, and surprisingly kind and sweet for Narcissa; surprising only because it doesn't align with my view, but of course, the brilliance is that I believed it for the space of the fic. And that's all we can really do, you know? Make you believe in something, even something as seemingly odd as love in this world, in these circumstances, and what we can hope is that we'll keep thinking about it afterwards.
Which, considering who wrote this, I def will♥
Author's Response: Every now and then, I receive a review that I don't know how to respond to. So rather than ramble endlessly and try to use big words that I don't even know how to pronounce, I will present you with a poem.
The king said to his knave
I want a bowl of peas!
But if your name is Dave
I shan't allow you to sneeze.
That tutu in the window is on sale.
And by the mighty power of this poem, you are hereby convinced of the deep and infinite love between Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, and any and all romantic escapades they may experience when going back in time and chilling with Marie Antoinette, having scones and looking around at the peasants like, "Sup, peasants. What are you gonna do? Nothing. You're peasants. Imma eat this sandwich while ya'lls starve."