here's the deal, yo: i thought, when i first started writing this story, that i'd be able to finish it in two parts, but it looks like that is not the case. i apologize. i'm estimating at this point that the story will be over in three parts, but i could very well be wrong. in fact, it's likely. in any case, here is the second part, which is either
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hee! i'm inclined to agree, although... have you seen [ puppy!angelus]? an argument could be made. i'm just saying.
dude, you devoured my fic! i was wondering where it went. :D thanks!
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And don't worry, if this ends up being four parts, well that's just one more part of us all to gush over ;)
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thanks! it's hard sometimes for me to write angel's pov in this fic, since he's starting over from the same point every day and not changing/developing like spike. it's like... i have to forget everything that's happened in order to write angel, and then i have to think about it all again in order to write spike... and then start over to write angel again... back and forth like that - it's going to make my brain explode. :D
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I don't care how many parts this becomes, I don't want you to stop writing it even if I need for Spike to fix things and for Angel to remember.
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haha, speak for yourself! *is tired... and lazy*
but i'm glad you're liking it. :D
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I love the rhythm, the cadence of each sentence. Beautifully done - lyrical, in fact.
I love the way you're drawing out the mystery, drawing US in, too.
This is sad, lonely, beautiful, mysterious, and there: smack dab in the middle of the fog, is Drugged!Angel on the beach.
I love this fic!! :-)
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and i've been trying to make the story kind of sad, and the best way to do that (i've found) is to juxtapose the sadness with something funny, which makes them both more intense because of the comparison. so yeah, i stuck drugged angel in there. hehe :D
i'm so glad you like it.
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You remember speaking quietly in Spike’s ear - how you owned him, how you could let all the men have a turn if you wanted, how you could make him love it, every second, if you wanted to, because he was yours. Before you know it, you’ve worked through the whole memory in your head: Spike’s back to your chest, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, his head leaning back onto your shoulder, whispering fuck, fuck me, fuck me Angelus, while the water sloshed in the bath, lapping at your bodies as you gripped his cock firmly in your fist and stroked hard...
**passes out**
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i think more people would appreciate that paragraph if they knew exactly how long it took for me to write it. :)
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You done good, though!
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