This is fabulous! And achy! And perfect and I am so so glad that you remembered this idea. SO GLAD.
there may be thousands now, but to him there will only ever be one—two—three: the one who gave him his scar, the one who gave him his coat, the one who gave him his soul I don't even know what to say. That is too perfect, hun, and true and omg, Spike/Buffy were the tragic, weren't they?
I love the way you incoporated the prompt especially because I didn't notice at first and then I read it again and realized because it was seamless and didn't stand out, but was just part of the story and that right there is why I love your writing.
takes his sarcasm with a quirked brow and returns it a hundredfold. He marvels. !!! I love those lines. Because that's Veronica and he hasn't met a Veronica before. You should be dazzled, Spike (and not in an Edward Cullen sort of way.)
Moonlight doesn’t burn, and he’s burnt enough now (always). Yeah, you? Are amazing. Your parentheses are always so perfectly placed and I will never get over how lovely this ending is. Because lovely.
I heart you, miss. And it smashed any expectations I might've had.
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This is fabulous! And achy! And perfect and I am so so glad that you remembered this idea. SO GLAD.
there may be thousands now, but to him there will only ever be one—two—three: the one who gave him his scar, the one who gave him his coat, the one who gave him his soul I don't even know what to say. That is too perfect, hun, and true and omg, Spike/Buffy were the tragic, weren't they?
I love the way you incoporated the prompt especially because I didn't notice at first and then I read it again and realized because it was seamless and didn't stand out, but was just part of the story and that right there is why I love your writing.
takes his sarcasm with a quirked brow and returns it a hundredfold. He marvels. !!! I love those lines. Because that's Veronica and he hasn't met a Veronica before. You should be dazzled, Spike (and not in an Edward Cullen sort of way.)
Moonlight doesn’t burn, and he’s burnt enough now (always). Yeah, you? Are amazing. Your parentheses are always so perfectly placed and I will never get over how lovely this ending is. Because lovely.
I heart you, miss. And it smashed any expectations I might've had.