This is basically two parts--introspection and action/reveal, but they fit together beautifully. My favorite part of Angel's interior monologue is this:
He wanted to touch her and show her that his hands could be tender, his arms could be safe, his words could be so gentle. They could be; he knew they could—his hands, his arms, his mouth had never had the chances to touch that way or say those things, but he could do it. He could be so good for her. He could—try.
And he would fail. He would only end up hurting her.
Because . . . yes. That sounds exactly like pre-series Angel. I think I've said this before, but I love that your Angel isn't just fighting blood-lust, but is fighting all the instincts and desires for violence and pain that he developed over his time as Angelus.
In the action/reveal sequence, my favorite part would have to be:
She pulled her forearm from him and then jerked it back, forcefully, bouncing him against the wall—in much the same way as those ass holes had prodded that woman. She didn’t know why the comparison struck her, or why it made her throat suddenly clench up. She felt like crying. Instead she took his chin in a bruising grip and forced him to look at her.
Shades of "Dead Things," in a way, and also not. It feels very much like Buffy to me, fighting back tears with a nice helping of Slayer comfort food.
no subject
This is basically two parts--introspection and action/reveal, but they fit together beautifully. My favorite part of Angel's interior monologue is this:
He wanted to touch her and show her that his hands could be tender, his arms could be safe, his words could be so gentle. They could be; he knew they could—his hands, his arms, his mouth had never had the chances to touch that way or say those things, but he could do it. He could be so good for her. He could—try.
And he would fail. He would only end up hurting her.
Because . . . yes. That sounds exactly like pre-series Angel. I think I've said this before, but I love that your Angel isn't just fighting blood-lust, but is fighting all the instincts and desires for violence and pain that he developed over his time as Angelus.
In the action/reveal sequence, my favorite part would have to be:
She pulled her forearm from him and then jerked it back, forcefully, bouncing him against the wall—in much the same way as those ass holes had prodded that woman. She didn’t know why the comparison struck her, or why it made her throat suddenly clench up. She felt like crying. Instead she took his chin in a bruising grip and forced him to look at her.
Shades of "Dead Things," in a way, and also not. It feels very much like Buffy to me, fighting back tears with a nice helping of Slayer comfort food.
Also: you brought back Jenny! Squee!