There's a lovely symmetry in these. I like how certain moments repeat themselves...this Sure, she was something from inside naughty magazines, something shoved inside the crack between mattress and bed-boards of boys, but that was just it. echoes this: Angelus was inside, deeper than magazines, mattresses, bed-boards, deeper even than naughty nightmares that drenched mattresses and creaked bed-boards with midnight strokings.
I liked how how each and every one of these shows Wes in isolation.
I liked this:Fathers don’t get shot, see. They’re invincible.
and this Sometimes Wesley thought he drew him out of the sea just to get him inside, just so with those fangs Wes could finally reach out (wrist first) for release. Not from blood, nor from come. From life, because Angelus existed outside life, and could get Wes out too
Very clever and lots of great twisty-turny prose, too.
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Sure, she was something from inside naughty magazines, something shoved inside the crack between mattress and bed-boards of boys, but that was just it.
echoes this: Angelus was inside, deeper than magazines, mattresses, bed-boards, deeper even than naughty nightmares that drenched mattresses and creaked bed-boards with midnight strokings.
I liked how how each and every one of these shows Wes in isolation.
I liked this:Fathers don’t get shot, see. They’re invincible.
and this Sometimes Wesley thought he drew him out of the sea just to get him inside, just so with those fangs Wes could finally reach out (wrist first) for release. Not from blood, nor from come. From life, because Angelus existed outside life, and could get Wes out too
Very clever and lots of great twisty-turny prose, too.