Concisely: I occasionally write (elliptical and rather pointless) stories. Most of them are about Sirius Black, and aggressively gen; I am not, it must be admitted, particularly fond of romantic relationships. If you are only going to read one of my stories, I suggest Predetermination or Into the Silence.
Precisely: I'm Noldo. It has been a long time since I was an actual presence here; I deal in physics rather than fiction now, & science and illness take up most of my time. I used to be a mod, but am no longer; please direct your questions to other, better people.
Here is inconsequential data: I like topology, Calvino, Nabokov, Borges, and Cortazar; my favourite artist is Joan Miro, my favourite contemporary musician is Vienna Teng, my favourite composer is Bach (J. S.). If you prefer less changeable facts: I am not a white person. I am not a straight person. I am 171 cm tall. I was born in 1991. There is a certain taste to my favourite sort of story (and the sort that I aspire to write) that is like eating dense and faceted glass and grinding it down to nothing. In my spare time, I like to paint, sing, and hike up mountains. Most of the things I say aren't lies.
Summary: Sirius deals with the realities of war.
Summary: 'Lying low at Lupin's', to quote Dumbledore. (Remus, Sirius, gen.)
Summary: Padma Patil. India, England, mispronunciation, wartime, solitude, et cetera.
Summary: Outside, the sky was grey and gloomy and it looked like it was about to rain, but there was no wind and no movement and nothing except for the sound of your own footsteps and your own breathing. December 1979, Sirius moves into a flat.
Summary: It's all in the stories, and the way we tell them. (Regulus)
Summary: On Regulus, and ink, and Daedalian mimicry; and, eventually, the end of things. Second-person, non-linear narrative.
Summary: In another time, perhaps, they might not have fallen apart so. (Regulus, Sirius, solitude.)
First place in April's Poetry challenge.
Summary: The world, it seems, works strangely; Andromeda, December 1979.
Summary: Five very different careers for Sirius Black. (Wartime, though, is always the same.)
Summary: For Regulus, the renewal of the mind is the erasure of the memory of unsavoury things past.
Summary: In death, Sirius finds memories, and meetings, and closure.
Summary: Sirius had always hated rain.
Summary: 'The next time he grieves, it will be with the remembered taste of lukewarm tea swirling with a sodden teabag, cheap tea and tears tasting like bitter dust; he will grieve with the scent and rustle of newspaper, paper and tea and violins for sadness.'
Remus after Hallowe'en 1981. For Avendya, for her birthday.
Summary: Regulus Black only lasted a week. (HBP spoilers, ahoy.)
Updated 22/01 with the revised, beta-read version. :)
Summary: On Andromeda and decisions and loves and regrets. Poetry, peculiar.
No fixed rhyme scheme or meter; jumps to and fro between styles rather erratically.
Summary: In the beginning of the Christmas holidays, Sirius Black runs away from home and will not return for twenty years. A warning for mild language.
Summary: No one knew, and no one guessed, what little Peter kept suppressed.
A wildly AU one-shot exploring the scenario: what if Peter had never turned traitor? (Mild HBP spoilers.)
Summary: The runup to the fateful Hallowe'en of 1981. Sirius suspects Remus, Remus worries, James is about to die, and Peter is simply afraid.
As of the 15th of March, the remaining part of this fic is being revised marginally. Updates will happen as soon as it is in a reasonable state of coherency.
Summary: Regulus Black, on Voldemort, life, death, and his beloved, insufferable, arrogant brother. One-shot, mild HBP spoilers.
Summary: They looked back and had no regrets, because it was for Remus. A vignette.