Fic Meme Answer 3 - for seraphcelene
But in reality, the moon was just a cold, dead rock. The translucent glow it seemed to posses was reflected light, borrowed from the sun. It might look warm and inviting, but it was pretense, nothing more.
Ah yes, me (well, Angel in the fic) being all metaphor-y.
This is from a drabble where Buffy comments on the beauty of the moon and Angel thinks the above. Sadly, few people got the point - that Angel is thinking about himself just as much as he's thinking about the moon. He's a pretense of a person, a cold, dead thing.
Poor Angel, so hard on himself. Someone should point out to him that the moon has its own beauty and power.
I don't normally consider myself a poetic writer, but in this particular case the parallels between Angel and the moon were too interesting to ignore.
Ah yes, me (well, Angel in the fic) being all metaphor-y.
This is from a drabble where Buffy comments on the beauty of the moon and Angel thinks the above. Sadly, few people got the point - that Angel is thinking about himself just as much as he's thinking about the moon. He's a pretense of a person, a cold, dead thing.
Poor Angel, so hard on himself. Someone should point out to him that the moon has its own beauty and power.
I don't normally consider myself a poetic writer, but in this particular case the parallels between Angel and the moon were too interesting to ignore.