Sorry, I am *very* late to this fic and discussion. I love all of it, although at the beginning I was nervous. Buffy's still abed. Angel's not. Watching him struggle to pull on his pants (something she's never seen him do, such a human thing) she blurts, "Did you gain weight?"
"I--What?" His eyes are smaller than they used to be.
I thought, what is going on here? Am I going to be able to read this? Is it too sad, will Angel be human, will Buffy not love him? However, knowing that *you* wrote this, and I love your work, I continued. And was rewarded with a wonderful look into a possible future of how it could be for both of our lovers. I mean, the Happily Ever After, really isn't, is it?
"So you want me to shave in the kitchen sink? It's my bathroom."
His his his, isn't it, it's always been; he can fit in her life but she can't fit in his. I want my life to be with you, but he didn't. His guilt holds him apart, his poor-tortured-self so separate, his darkness so special he can decide it all. "I thought it was ours."
I love this, all of it but I would be quoting everything in the fic so I won't. :~)
Guilt-ridden, tortured Angel is my fav. He is all that in Buffy's eyes, and yet it is still the small things that drive each other crazy. And the big things. The Spike things, Connor and Dawn. Driving, vacuuming, washing, I mean, even heroes have to do all those mundane chores.
Another wonderful fic from you. Why am I not surprised?
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Sorry, I am *very* late to this fic and discussion. I love all of it, although at the beginning I was nervous.
Buffy's still abed. Angel's not. Watching him struggle to pull on his pants (something she's never seen him do, such a human thing) she blurts, "Did you gain weight?"
"I--What?" His eyes are smaller than they used to be.
I thought, what is going on here? Am I going to be able to read this? Is it too sad, will Angel be human, will Buffy not love him? However, knowing that *you* wrote this, and I love your work, I continued. And was rewarded with a wonderful look into a possible future of how it could be for both of our lovers. I mean, the Happily Ever After, really isn't, is it?
"So you want me to shave in the kitchen sink? It's my bathroom."
His his his, isn't it, it's always been; he can fit in her life but she can't fit in his. I want my life to be with you, but he didn't. His guilt holds him apart, his poor-tortured-self so separate, his darkness so special he can decide it all. "I thought it was ours."
I love this, all of it but I would be quoting everything in the fic so I won't. :~)
Guilt-ridden, tortured Angel is my fav. He is all that in Buffy's eyes, and yet it is still the small things that drive each other crazy. And the big things. The Spike things, Connor and Dawn. Driving, vacuuming, washing, I mean, even heroes have to do all those mundane chores.
Another wonderful fic from you. Why am I not surprised?
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