“That’s the problem with being not chosen,” Xander said. Dawn gave him a confused look. Xander picked up his coffee cup and saluted her with a toast. “Because in the end, we're the ones who have to do the choosing.”
Oooh, great line.
Oh. Okay. I think I figured out what's going on at the end of 2, when I went to 3/5 and re-read the summary. ~reads a little further Yep.
You know, I'm generally quite hostile to stories where I don't know what's going on. They have to be really good for me to keep reading, and quite exceptional for me to actually come to appreciate the confusion. You totally pulled it off. (Except that grasping enough to know what's going on means grasping enough to be utterly depressed.) I'm so glad I didn't read the headers on part one properly, and missed the note about it being a ghost story, because it was way, way cooler to unfold as I read. (Once I stopped being grumpy about being confused.)
The clueless tension between Giles and Xander... zomg, UST gold. So good.
“Are you going to kiss me now? Or do I have take charge and kiss you?:
Oh, dear, dear Xander. So hot.
Except that it already was too late.
You are a horrible, horrible person, and I don't know how you sleep at night.
You've said a few time in comments to others that you think of yourself as a gen writer, and found the G/X difficult, but believe me, you did a wonderful job, and you should feel encouraged to write more G/X any moment a bunny passes by.
Xander curling against Cordelia (I love that it's Cordelia, didn't see that coming), trying not to see himself burning is absolutely harrowing. For this. You survived Sunnydale for this. Damn. Dying alone, desecrated: that's brutal.
Willow's instant-knowing, gyah. It was the perfect switch. Him clutching her and begging her not to go evil, not like this, not for him, oh, man. Tears in my eyes.
Xander threatening Willow. Whoa. Seriously, whoa... And it's all the harsher because the Willow we know could totally become that person. Saying goodbye to her hurt like hell.
Wow. I mean, wow. I can't believe it took me so long to find this. Two years! It was amazing, liz. I finished it and went straight back to read Dawn's part and reasses it - without the confusion nagging at me, I had a far better appreciation for the depth of insight that you've written for this coming civil war. Every one one of these people we love is going to fail in some way, and part of me longs for the full, terrible story, of them pitted against one another. Though really, this taste you give us is enough.
This was one of the best stories I've read in an incredibly long time. I wish I'd written it. Thank you.
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How on earth had I missed this up to now?
“That’s the problem with being not chosen,” Xander said.
Dawn gave him a confused look.
Xander picked up his coffee cup and saluted her with a toast. “Because in the end, we're the ones who have to do the choosing.”
Oooh, great line.
Oh. Okay. I think I figured out what's going on at the end of 2, when I went to 3/5 and re-read the summary. ~reads a little further Yep.
You know, I'm generally quite hostile to stories where I don't know what's going on. They have to be really good for me to keep reading, and quite exceptional for me to actually come to appreciate the confusion. You totally pulled it off. (Except that grasping enough to know what's going on means grasping enough to be utterly depressed.) I'm so glad I didn't read the headers on part one properly, and missed the note about it being a ghost story, because it was way, way cooler to unfold as I read. (Once I stopped being grumpy about being confused.)
The clueless tension between Giles and Xander... zomg, UST gold. So good.
“Are you going to kiss me now? Or do I have take charge and kiss you?:
Oh, dear, dear Xander. So hot.
Except that it already was too late.
You are a horrible, horrible person, and I don't know how you sleep at night.
You've said a few time in comments to others that you think of yourself as a gen writer, and found the G/X difficult, but believe me, you did a wonderful job, and you should feel encouraged to write more G/X any moment a bunny passes by.
Xander curling against Cordelia (I love that it's Cordelia, didn't see that coming), trying not to see himself burning is absolutely harrowing. For this. You survived Sunnydale for this. Damn. Dying alone, desecrated: that's brutal.
Willow's instant-knowing, gyah. It was the perfect switch. Him clutching her and begging her not to go evil, not like this, not for him, oh, man. Tears in my eyes.
Xander threatening Willow. Whoa. Seriously, whoa... And it's all the harsher because the Willow we know could totally become that person. Saying goodbye to her hurt like hell.
Wow. I mean, wow. I can't believe it took me so long to find this. Two years! It was amazing, liz. I finished it and went straight back to read Dawn's part and reasses it - without the confusion nagging at me, I had a far better appreciation for the depth of insight that you've written for this coming civil war. Every one one of these people we love is going to fail in some way, and part of me longs for the full, terrible story, of them pitted against one another. Though really, this taste you give us is enough.
This was one of the best stories I've read in an incredibly long time. I wish I'd written it. Thank you.
S.