I just realized when I went to link this at buffyversetop5 that I forgot to leave you fb for it originally. D'oh! Because I'm lazy, here's what I said at buffyversetop5:

tkp writes prose that has a rhythm that almost jangles - hell, it almost jars because the words slam into you. It makes me catch my breath because I can't believe I'm reading words that flow in a new way, in a fresh and sprawling pattern that fanfic has almost caused me to unlearn with its typical seamless sameness. What am I talking about? Well...this isn't your 15 year-old cousin's Bangel fic. It reads like epic poetry and the meta sneaks up and digs in deep: She’s been to Heaven and he’s been to Hell, and now all that’s left is in between, the never perfect and no longer innocent.