Un-birthday Fic for Erin

[electricalgwen]

Sometimes, your best isn't good enough.

This has been made painfully clear to me this week in a couple of ways, but the relevant one here is apreludetoanend's birthday. Which was Monday. For which I hope someone wrote her some fabulous SPN fic, because she completely deserves it, but it was never going to be me. And for which I started writing her some S/X, got

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[laisserais]

“Allowing for drift, and standardizing to the pitifully inadequate calendar you employ, it was one billion years precisely last Tuesday,” Illyria said, examining a frieze. This is why I love you. Things like this? Brilliant! And so perfectly Illyira. Hee.

“Humans have been around two million years?” Angel said bemusedly. “I thought it was more like four thousand.”

Spike looked at him pityingly. “That would be Father Murphy told you that? Serves you right for going to a Catholic school.” Spike's ribbing on Angel is priceless. HEE!

And Wesley! so casual, sending Angel to stand near the pillar because he knew Spike would follow him with the laser. Actually, all of Wesley's lines are perfect. He goes from dry to wistful to informative to sardonic on the turn of a dime.

Actually, everyone is perfect here. Angel! You captured his banter with Spike! yay!

and wow, the way Wesley gets silent. and then Illyria says she... awesome. Completely awesome. I can't believe i went from laughing out loud, to being sad, to laughing and then back again, all in such a short piece. Masterful work, gwen, and an awesome present.

[electricalgwen]

See, I figure if I can sneak into Angel gradually, writing the tiniest bit here and there, then maybe I've got half a chance of finishing my story in time for your birthday this year... *facepalm*

This comment made me smile a lot this morning. Thanks, as always. :)