I think Darla is fascinating, and I'm glad you agree with the idea that she could've wanted a son. Besides the Connor thing, she's also both motherly (in a perverted way) and mentorly with Angelus. After being the pawn of so many men in her living life, I don't think she was interested in romance nearly so much as possession. I would think what she would most want was a man who was completely and utterly hers--thus, a son is born.

Glad you didn't think Angel/us was buffoony, but am also glad you thought he still had a sense of humor. This fic is a lot more flowery and melodramatic than I usually like to write, and it was important to me that there were some moments that were...not humorous, but sardonic, I think.

You've made me have a whole new appreciation of souled Angel- he may have a soul, but it's lovely to think of him as still wanting the zesty flavor of life.

I'm glad to hear that! I love Angel precisely because I think he still wants all the things Angelus wants; he just hates himself for wanting them. I'm glad the rats explanation worked for you.

Again, am exceedingly tickled that you liked this, and thanks so much for taking the time to tell me why!