Spuffy one-shot, PG. Spike POV of his last moments in Chosen. A fic that searches for the reasons why.
He was never very graceful at fighting. Sure, he had inherited the bizarrely natural kung-fu abilities that all vampires were granted upon their rebirth, but that did not mean he knew what he was doing. He was no General, no leader; he threw
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I can't find all the words neccesary to convey how much this touches me. I feel like I want to be completely speechless in fact, then possibly cry a little bit, but know full well they were almost happy tears.
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THANK YOU. No, seriously--THANK YOU. I can't say I'm glad I made you cry, but I kind of am, because that means I communicated through them to you, and I'm just so---
THANK YOU.
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THANK YOU. SINCERELY.
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(Thanks!)
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This was beautiful. And bittersweet. And powerful. And wonderful. And absolutely perfect!
I love it when a story evokes so many different feelings in me at once. Fantastic job!
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THANK YOU. Just: THANK YOU.
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