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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[brunettepet]

This was wonderful, and you nailed the voices. The dialogue was sharp and the entire piece was richly detailed and entertaining. Illyria's casual disdain and haughty reminders that she is well above their petty concerns believably shifted with "Do you look at that which disgusts you?”

Wesley didn’t answer.

“You will not look at me.”

Silence hung around them, finer than the dust in the air.

“No...” You made me feel deep sympathy for both her and Wesley's losses.

Spike was nicely annoying and hilarious. Following Angel with the laser pointer, irreverently doing exactly what Wesley wants, was delightful.

Thanks for the very entertaining read.

[electricalgwen]

Thank you very much! I'm really glad you enjoyed it. It's lovely to hear the voices worked (I find Angel particularly difficult) and that the thing with the laser pointer came across. *g*

[mabus101]

Anyone who can make Illyria sympathetic is wonderful in my book. :)

[electricalgwen]

Thanks so much!
I do feel for her. And she's interesting to write.

[a2zmom]

Very nice. I like how we see that Illyria is hardly as apathetic as she pretends to be.

[electricalgwen]

Thank you!
Sometimes I worry about making her too sympathetic, but there's definitely a shift in her attitude during the series and I like to think Fred's influence is there.

[cordelianne]

Awesome! You have fantastic Illyria voice - plus awesome Spike, Angel and Wes! This really felt like it could have played out during S5 - it's like a lost scene!

heee, this is awesome. Love the exchange:
“Just about killed you to admit that, didn’t it?” Spike observed.
Wesley glared up at him. “Would it kill you to say something constructive for once?”
“Already dead.”
“You can be deader, you know.”
“Tried that. Doesn’t stick.”

This is lovely:
Her fingers clenched around the broken tile. A drop of blood splashed in the dust. “Watching slimy things crawl from the sea. And now I crawl among them.”

heee, this is awesome:
“Spike!” Angel swatted ineffectually at the light. “Wes, remember rule number four? Never give Spike any of the lab tools.”
“Of course not,” said Wesley absently. “Angel, go stand over there. No, in front of that pillar.”
Angel complied. The laser light followed him.

I love this line:
Silence hung around them, finer than the dust in the air.

Love this:
“She liked cake,” Illyria said.

Really awesome! :D

[electricalgwen]

Yay, I'm so glad you liked it! (And, um, I'm amazed you had time to read and comment right now! ;)

I'm very happy that you commented on the blood and the slimy things reference, because I liked that bit. And Spike being a goof with Angel. *g*

Thanks again - oh, and also for your help and cheerleading!

[lynnenne]

Oh, nice! This is poignant and funny and thoughtful all at once.

“Just about killed you to admit that, didn’t it?” Spike observed.

Wesley glared up at him. “Would it kill you to say something constructive for once?”

“Already dead.”

“You can be deader, you know.”

“Tried that. Doesn’t stick.”

“Will you two shut up?”

HEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Excellent dialogue. And Angel swatting at the laser light... hilarious.

Do you look at that which disgusts you?”

Wesley didn’t answer.

“You will not look at me.”

Silence hung around them, finer than the dust in the air.

So well written. So much said with so few words. Wesley is truly heartbreaking in this fic. Beautifully done.

[electricalgwen]

Thank you so much! I'm delighted that you enjoyed it. I find Angel in particular difficult to write, but I'm fond of the AtS crew and enjoyed trying to write them together.

Also, thanks very much for the rec! :D