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Ishmael Sings of the White Whale by Lizbeth Marcs (R)
Hi! I'm Jetpack Monkey and I'll be your driver for ANGEL this month. I have no particular character or ships that I'm obsessed with, although I think Wesley having sex with anything is hot. Seriously, they could write a Wes/toaster oven fic and I'd probably read it. Twice. So, buckle up kiddies. It's gonna be a wacky month.
Fandom: ANGEL
Pairing: Angel/Faith, Angel/Wes if you turn your head funny.
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
liz_marcs
Author Website: Lizbeth on Fanfiction.net (she doesn't archive everything here, though)
Why this must be read:
I thought I'd start out this month with a fic by my all-time favorite fanfic writer, Lizbeth Marcs. You may know her from such fantastic epics as Whisper, Living History, and her WIP Water Hold Me Down. And if you don't? You should.
"Ishmael Sings of the White Whale" is one of Ms. Marcs' few forays into the Angelverse. It's a dark story, set a year after "Not Fade Away," and reminds us that our heroes might not necessarily win the war in their time, if ever. And trying to do it all at once has driven Angel a little nutters. Good thing Faith and Wesley's ghost are there... or is he going to drag them along for his crazy time?
Lizbeth's Faith is impeccable as always (the way she stops herself short of the s-word just before dropping several f-bombs) and her Angel is textured - obsessive, haunted, but still kind and compassionate. The best character here, though, is Wesley. Impotent to affect events, he instead pleads with Faith to walk the line between getting Angel into the world and falling into seclusion. His hope for the world rests entirely on getting Angel back to helping the helpless, something that blinds him to some harder truths.
“I managed to get breakfast.”
The voice is enough to tell her that reality is real, and yes that really is Angel setting some cellophane wrapped Hostess “breakfast food” on the nightstand next to the bed.
Her stomach growls a protest—she hasn’t really been eating well since Wes blipped into her life—but she stops herself from going for the satisfaction. Instead she studies Angel. He looks much the same—yeah, like vampires actually change all that much, dumbass—if a little bit haunted. Ooooh, yeah. She’s so on board with that feeling.
“Splains why the room’s dark.” It’s a fucking stupid thing to say when you’re in a darkened crappy hotel room with a guy you know is fatally allergic to sunlight. She can see hint of daylight through the not-very-good blinds. Once stiff breeze from the nonworking air conditioner and the only safe place for Angel would probably be under the bed.
Angel sighs. “I miss necrotempered windows.”
“Nekkid wha?” Faith asks.
“Necrotemp—I mean special windows that let the sunlight into the room without turning me to dust.”
“Shit. Musta cost you a pretty penny.”
Angel’s face shifts from his typical weight-of-the-world expression to no expression at all. “Cost me everything I had.”
Ishmael Sings of the White Whale
Fandom: ANGEL
Pairing: Angel/Faith, Angel/Wes if you turn your head funny.
Author on LJ:
liz_marcsAuthor Website: Lizbeth on Fanfiction.net (she doesn't archive everything here, though)
Why this must be read:
I thought I'd start out this month with a fic by my all-time favorite fanfic writer, Lizbeth Marcs. You may know her from such fantastic epics as Whisper, Living History, and her WIP Water Hold Me Down. And if you don't? You should.
"Ishmael Sings of the White Whale" is one of Ms. Marcs' few forays into the Angelverse. It's a dark story, set a year after "Not Fade Away," and reminds us that our heroes might not necessarily win the war in their time, if ever. And trying to do it all at once has driven Angel a little nutters. Good thing Faith and Wesley's ghost are there... or is he going to drag them along for his crazy time?
Lizbeth's Faith is impeccable as always (the way she stops herself short of the s-word just before dropping several f-bombs) and her Angel is textured - obsessive, haunted, but still kind and compassionate. The best character here, though, is Wesley. Impotent to affect events, he instead pleads with Faith to walk the line between getting Angel into the world and falling into seclusion. His hope for the world rests entirely on getting Angel back to helping the helpless, something that blinds him to some harder truths.
“I managed to get breakfast.”
The voice is enough to tell her that reality is real, and yes that really is Angel setting some cellophane wrapped Hostess “breakfast food” on the nightstand next to the bed.
Her stomach growls a protest—she hasn’t really been eating well since Wes blipped into her life—but she stops herself from going for the satisfaction. Instead she studies Angel. He looks much the same—yeah, like vampires actually change all that much, dumbass—if a little bit haunted. Ooooh, yeah. She’s so on board with that feeling.
“Splains why the room’s dark.” It’s a fucking stupid thing to say when you’re in a darkened crappy hotel room with a guy you know is fatally allergic to sunlight. She can see hint of daylight through the not-very-good blinds. Once stiff breeze from the nonworking air conditioner and the only safe place for Angel would probably be under the bed.
Angel sighs. “I miss necrotempered windows.”
“Nekkid wha?” Faith asks.
“Necrotemp—I mean special windows that let the sunlight into the room without turning me to dust.”
“Shit. Musta cost you a pretty penny.”
Angel’s face shifts from his typical weight-of-the-world expression to no expression at all. “Cost me everything I had.”
Ishmael Sings of the White Whale