There are very few circumstances, and very few writers, which can make me believe in Buffy/Angel. This fic happens to have both.
Nina makes paintings of moonlight, vivid and alarming. The canvases are washed in clear silvers and subtle shadows; she paints in fever, when the sublimated overflows.
Later, she laughs at his worry and says that all artists are tortured.
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I really love your language in this. So poetic and beautiful. Wonderful job. *smooch*
Oh, good hell. I'm not supposed to be reading fic. This needs to be read. The way you made the structure a circle, the way certain words hammered over and over: folding in, dust, home, burden. Those four (five) words are their bare bones, aren't they? Summing up B/A?
I love this so much. In fact, I was talking to marenfic earlier tonight and we were both raving about this fic. I love the simplicity of this fic--both in the way the language flows but also in the ideas behind it. There really is no beginning or ending to life (or Buffy/Angel) because it's a journey, a circle, that never stops.
I love the reunion between B/A, the simple "Come home" entreaty. So many think that a B/A reunion post-NFA has to be complicated, angsty, tearful, full of heartbreak, etc. But it doesn't have to be that way. It can be as. . . simple as a smile and a plea to come home, because for all the sturm und drang of their relationship, one thing is always clear: they love each other. Completely. Madly. Passionately. So, it can be that simple.
This is absolutely beatiful, sweetheart. Thank you.
Lee! I wrote happy ending B/A, aren't you proud?!?!?
This is the one I was telling you about when I talked your ear off in Starbuck's that day. Then when I was writing it I got into the panic of "OMG, this is about Nina." And it is, but really, it's also about why, for Angel, it has to be Buffy. And it does. (Unless, of course, it's Spike, but that is something else entirely *g*).
I'm so glad it worked for you; I know how you feel about B/A. I think that they can't help but have angst, but that they could reach a point where the reunion would be that simple. They're so a part of each other, even when they're not together. Even if they're never together again, that doesn't change what they mean to each other. And my hopeless-romanticness is totally showing. Anyway, thanks again for the wonderful feedback. It means a lot.
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You made me cry.
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So glad you liked it.
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Nina makes paintings of moonlight, vivid and alarming. The canvases are washed in clear silvers and subtle shadows; she paints in fever, when the sublimated overflows.
Later, she laughs at his worry and says that all artists are tortured.
*sniffle*
I really love your language in this. So poetic and beautiful. Wonderful job. *smooch*
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The part you quoted is what started this fic. It was all about Nina for a very long time.
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Wonderful. Simply wonderful.
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I'm glad it worked for you.
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I love the reunion between B/A, the simple "Come home" entreaty. So many think that a B/A reunion post-NFA has to be complicated, angsty, tearful, full of heartbreak, etc. But it doesn't have to be that way. It can be as. . . simple as a smile and a plea to come home, because for all the sturm und drang of their relationship, one thing is always clear: they love each other. Completely. Madly. Passionately. So, it can be that simple.
This is absolutely beatiful, sweetheart. Thank you.
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This is the one I was telling you about when I talked your ear off in Starbuck's that day. Then when I was writing it I got into the panic of "OMG, this is about Nina." And it is, but really, it's also about why, for Angel, it has to be Buffy. And it does. (Unless, of course, it's Spike, but that is something else entirely *g*).
I'm so glad it worked for you; I know how you feel about B/A. I think that they can't help but have angst, but that they could reach a point where the reunion would be that simple. They're so a part of each other, even when they're not together. Even if they're never together again, that doesn't change what they mean to each other. And my hopeless-romanticness is totally showing. Anyway, thanks again for the wonderful feedback. It means a lot.
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