The Wrong Fic -- Part II

[heron_pose]

Again, spoilers through the end of Season 5; mostly canon ships, etc., but everyone's pretty much not themselves (heh, which is not to say out of character, or so I hope . . .)

Thanks again to headrush100 for beta, britpicking, and encouragment. Any remaining whoopsies, particularly messing-up of this present-tense thing? All mine.

Comments

[headrush100]

Oh, yay! I've printed this out to read! Have squeed on my LJ. *hugs you*

[heron_pose]

::Hugs you back::

Thanks so much for the squee, etc. You've made Wesley's stuff much better and overall gave me the guts to post it.

So, Yay You!!!!

::hugs some more, sends chocolate::

[tx_cronopio]

Lovely! I'm sending you an email...xox

[heron_pose]

thanks, here and there.

Here's hoping tomorrow sucks less!!!!

::hugs::

[heron_pose]

Dude, thanks -- but I think not. I mean, it's like eating one's own cooking, isn't it? Or something -- anyhow, yours does all kinds of stuff I can't do, and that I admire.

And, OMG, it's HR4! I'm so happy, you've no idea.

Oh, maybe I should tell you that over where you live . . .

[twilightofmagic]

Well, I said it all in the comment in part 1, but finish by sighing at the end of a wonderful story. I haven't particularly read Edna St. Vincent Millay, at least not more than in the passing as she's such a familiar name, but Dirge Without Music is a powerful poem and a perfect accompaniment to your story. Will definitely go on to read your other stories.

[heron_pose]

You really, really did say lovely things.

Glad to be able to pimp Millay; so far as I can tell, she and I have totally opposite personalities, and yet . . . every poem speaks to me.

Thanks again.

[timeofchange]

Such a true depiction of grief and slow recovery. Your story made me weep.

[heron_pose]

::passes a tissue::

thanks for your kind words; truly, Joss cheated us out of so many important processes, or something. glad that this worked for you!