Comments | sprnova_fixxx: (cool as black ice) tattooed on my hand; bones; angela; R

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(cool as black ice) tattooed on my hand; bones; angela; R

Nov 12, 2009 20:32

Title: (cool as black ice) tattooed on my hand.
Fandom: Bones (Pre-series)
P/C: Angela-centric, Grayson/Angela, Angela/Roxie
Rating: R (mentions of drug use, sexual activity)
Summary: She’s wrong.

( We cannot change our past. We can not change the fact that people act in a certain way. We can not change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. )

bones

Comments 13

devlinacardigan November 15 2009, 23:13:04 UTC

I haven't been watching Bones at all this season but I love your fic for the show and this one is no different.

"staring out to the place where the water met the sky.
The girl dreamed of disappearing into that line."

That line is beautiful. Great job.

danniisupernova November 17 2009, 00:00:38 UTC

Thank you so much for reading and I'm glad you enjoy :)

PS Angela is way less fierce this season (she boned Wendell! WTF! That is just projection!)

housemdwriter November 16 2009, 02:57:50 UTC

This is beautiful. Angela is a stunning person all the way through, and you've constructed a backstory that's believable but wild, sort of like Angela herself. I love the story of her crazy mother (I have a friend whose mother is exactly like that, and it's awful), and he wild stint with drugs and boys. Something I really like is that you never give the girl she was a name, almost to not ruin the person she has become, and to keep us from dwelling on her past, like she has done.

Keep up the good work :)

danniisupernova November 17 2009, 00:01:41 UTC

Thank you! I'm glad that you liked the way the story was put together and that you found it believable, which was one of my greatest concerns with this story.

forsweatervests June 24 2010, 01:43:38 UTC

I loved that you went through every big moment we know about her before she came to D.C. I love that she has to change herself so much that she changes her name - that's a huge gesture that Angela would think almost nothing of. You've really got lots of little bits of who she is coming through each step in her life. The one image that really sticks out to me is

When it was hot, she’d sit on the edge of the fountain in Little Tokyo and eat the Japanese candy served in the little market next to it. Or she’d take photos of heiresses and businessmen shopping on Rodeo Drive, their big fake smiles shining white against their dark tans.

She found ways to escape without escaping, always.