Ended up going to skip=440. This is much skip. And that was only making links to the posts that have interesting links/cut-tags. Which I will now go through. And there are about twenty that I can't go through until I watch the new Smallville (as I am self-spoiled for Angel (yay downloading!), I'm fine with reading those)
But hey, while I'm here - someone suggested writing a short fic based on your default icon (wish I could remember who).
This Eternal Now
She offers only truth, nowadays. She can vaguely remember what lying was like, but she doesn't practice. She's too old for those games.
Eve hasn't been young since the beginning of mankind and she was never a girl. No, she was born a woman, straight from her lover's very bones.
She's known heartache and tears. She's known bliss. She's raised children.
She was less surprised than she should have been when one killed another. Though even after all this time, her heart aches for her lost son. She understands Angel more than she'd ever admit.
Five minutes before she was to die, she'd seen a familiar silver-tongued snake again and he'd offered her what God had taken away - forever as a mortal. He'd even given her her youth back. She was younger in this eternal now than she'd been when she was born.
In the years since, as she watched others move on, she's realized what a bad bargain she made.
But she'd signed in blood and the Senior Partners always did know how to word their contracts.
She'd been the first.
She'd be the last.