akjdfsajkaskfld more mindless keyboard smashing because this is perfect and actually something I've wondered about quite a bit- I'd always meant to write the "Spike isn't Buffy's type" meta but I never had the words for it- and this does it so well that I'm smiling at the ~clarity of it.
It was the night she died, the night Dawn was taken, the night when everything changed, and he was standing below her staring up at her with these eyes that were shining way too bright and this face that said way too much—and this mouth that was saying way, way, way too much—and she thought, “He’s beautiful.”
THIS SENTENCE THOUGH. I love how you bring Buffy to the slow realization as internal subsumes external and Spike changes in her eyes- not necessarily through his own actions (because he's still the same to her, even reformed, even trying to be better)- but through her own development.
Everything about this is so on target (and also happy birthday again!) I can't even~
Sorry this is so flaily so much quality fic on LJ today
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It was the night she died, the night Dawn was taken, the night when everything changed, and he was standing below her staring up at her with these eyes that were shining way too bright and this face that said way too much—and this mouth that was saying way, way, way too much—and she thought, “He’s beautiful.”
THIS SENTENCE THOUGH. I love how you bring Buffy to the slow realization as internal subsumes external and Spike changes in her eyes- not necessarily through his own actions (because he's still the same to her, even reformed, even trying to be better)- but through her own development.
Everything about this is so on target (and also happy birthday again!) I can't even~
Sorry this is so flaily so much quality fic on LJ today