“All Ye Who Enter”, 3/3
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Final installment.
Part III
And it grows, ooohh it grows, the reverberations spreading and multiplying, ripples leaping from other ripples, complications and permutations and consequences caroming off each other like
pocket billiards, like pocket billiards, and why do they make the chalk blue now? So unattractive, really. She sees the Slayer, mad with grief and guilt and hate, exploding through the night children of Sunnydale like chain lightning, a berserk unquenchable cyclone of vengeance and death. She sees the girl pushing away the consoling arms of her father, and the other man she calls father, sees her striking out from all who care for her, honing and hardening and armoring herself until she can never again be hurt, never again be bereaved, never again love or laugh or trust, until at last she is a wandering, solitary hunter, fighting when she can find a fight but always moving, always fleeing, always alone, alone
[ A supplementary drabble for this story can be seen HERE. ] And there you are. Don’t hesitate to offer commentary.
Waiting for an answer here, Dru.
She looked up with a shiver of delight, pleasure and adoration and remembered fear coursing through her like
champagne, pink champagne, SO wonderful it tasted when you knew what to mix with it, all red and rich and fizzy, but she could never remember to bring any home
Angel, she purred. Did you want me?
You tell me. He was leaning against the heavy draperies, elegant and ominous. I was about to make a house call, show my ex that itll take more than changing the locks to keep me out, and then you go all, Woo-o-oo, this just in. So whats the big news?
She gave him a fond smile. Such a lovely fire he had/
but
but then who would sing to her and hurt her and make her feel precious? Spike, Spike would never leave her, wonderful Spike, how all those silly Chinamen had been terrified of him, it made her giggle to think of it even ever so many years later
No, it wouldnt do. Spike was a love, but it simply couldnt be right without Angel. They were a family, she had to keep their happy home together, it was a womans duty to see to such things, even when her hair changed directions and started growing inward, it pressed so on her brain.
She moved to his side, sliding an arm around his waist and molding herself to him. Go visit her mummy some other night, she wheedled. I saw the most darling pair of girls, ice skaters, all firm and sequiny, they looked just scrumptious. Say youll have them with me?
Angel shrugged. Why not? Good ol Mom will keep, and it isnt like shed be much of a challenge anyway. He grinned down at Drusilla as she raised his hand to her mouth and began to nip at his fingers. What dyou think, should we bring back a doggy bag for Spike? The boy needs nourishment, hes looking kind of peaked.
They went out into the night, arm in arm, she smiling at her victory and knowing he would believe her pleasure was due to his presence
and it was, it was. So easy, really, a touch of gentle guidance at exactly the right moment, and let the manly men think they were in charge. They would always be together, linked by blood and atrocity and need, and that was as it should be.
Above them the moon was screaming, and she began to croon in harmony with it.
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Date: 2009-04-10 08:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-11 01:10 am (UTC)I’m happy that it still has the power to please, even this many years later.
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Date: 2009-04-10 11:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-06-23 02:07 am (UTC)Gabrielle
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Date: 2014-06-23 03:41 am (UTC)Gabrielle
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Date: 2015-08-22 06:45 am (UTC)http://ic.pics.livejournal.com/red_satin_doll/51574655/422602/422602_900.png
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Date: 2015-08-22 07:09 am (UTC)One tiny, tiny thing, which I fully recognize as just a quirk of my own: would it be possible to make the “B” in “By Aadler” lower-case? If not for that one teeny quibble (for which I know I’m unreasonable, but it’s a small thing so I’m willing to ask it), I’d be posting the art already.
Thank you!
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Date: 2015-08-22 08:06 am (UTC)http://ic.pics.livejournal.com/red_satin_doll/51574655/422772/422772_900.png
And you're welcome, I'm glad it doesn't disappoint. I'll be posting it to my own journal with links to your story in the coming week.
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Date: 2015-08-22 04:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-08-23 12:06 am (UTC)I'm kind of speechless too right now. The post looks wonderful thank you!
Given that fan art is done for free and simple acknowledgment and credit is coin of the realm, I'm astonished by how many writers online do not credit the artist when they received 'cover art'. So it's always a treat to be acknowledged.
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Date: 2015-08-23 07:28 am (UTC)- I’m grateful
- The giver deserves all the credit he/she can receive, and
- I might want something else in the future, and how well would that go if I hadn’t expressed proper appreciation?
This was a fine, beautiful gift. It costs me nothing to say so, and adds to my pleasure.no subject
Date: 2015-08-25 12:46 am (UTC)You make 3 very excellent points, actually. I will probably expound on the subject at some point on my journal.
Hurrah to someone who "gets it".
// This was a fine, beautiful gift. It costs me nothing to say so, and adds to my pleasure. //
The feedback adds tremendously to mine *blushes*