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crack_van2006-11-01 02:35 am
auberus.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2006-11-01 02:35 am
Big Exit by amarella
Fandom: ANGEL
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Author on LJ: n/a[Unknown site tag]
Author Website: without gravity
Why this fic must be read:
There are a lot of post-Not Fade Away fics out there. This is one of the good ones. The dialogue is spot-on, particularly Spike's, and the characterizations are absolutely beautiful, particularly Angel's. A lot of the fics in this genre attempt to deal with the feeling of let-down after the final battle, and this one gets it right. There's Angel, and there's Spike, and although neither of them is quite human enough for the other, they really don't have anyone else.
The use of language in this story gives it a flavour of both urgency and malaise, of the world coming to an end and of a desperate eternity stretching itself out. There is also somehow the implication that things are not entirely lost, that the broken pieces can be put together into some semblance of peace, even if it will never be a comfortable one.
Once again, the world doesn't end. Sometimes he wonders if it ever will.
Has dreams about the deaths of stars, but of course he doesn't believe in dreams anymore. Trickster screaming nightmares. Lovemaking in the middle of the desert, with the sky above and a mirage lying in wait. It's all shit.
So he starts fucking Spike again.
Fucking Spike is almost like fucking the living, which is half the appeal. He smells of human things, always. Nicotine and toothpaste, leather and liquor and vice. He squirms beneath Angel like a bitch in heat with green, green eyes that are sometimes blue, forgets himself and has to catch his breath. His fingers grasp up handfuls of the bedclothes as he comes. If you know just where to touch him, his eyes will brighten spectacularly and then he'll abhor your very existence, when he knows you've seen what you already knew was there.
Angel knows from experience just where to touch him. In another century they'd shared a bed, and slept soundly upon it with blood on their teeth.
Big Exit
(Hi. I'm auberus, your driver for Angel this month. I read pretty much everything, so the recs will be fairly eclectic. Hopefully, there will be something for everybody.)
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Author on LJ: n/a[Unknown site tag]
Author Website: without gravity
Why this fic must be read:
There are a lot of post-Not Fade Away fics out there. This is one of the good ones. The dialogue is spot-on, particularly Spike's, and the characterizations are absolutely beautiful, particularly Angel's. A lot of the fics in this genre attempt to deal with the feeling of let-down after the final battle, and this one gets it right. There's Angel, and there's Spike, and although neither of them is quite human enough for the other, they really don't have anyone else.
The use of language in this story gives it a flavour of both urgency and malaise, of the world coming to an end and of a desperate eternity stretching itself out. There is also somehow the implication that things are not entirely lost, that the broken pieces can be put together into some semblance of peace, even if it will never be a comfortable one.
Once again, the world doesn't end. Sometimes he wonders if it ever will.
Has dreams about the deaths of stars, but of course he doesn't believe in dreams anymore. Trickster screaming nightmares. Lovemaking in the middle of the desert, with the sky above and a mirage lying in wait. It's all shit.
So he starts fucking Spike again.
Fucking Spike is almost like fucking the living, which is half the appeal. He smells of human things, always. Nicotine and toothpaste, leather and liquor and vice. He squirms beneath Angel like a bitch in heat with green, green eyes that are sometimes blue, forgets himself and has to catch his breath. His fingers grasp up handfuls of the bedclothes as he comes. If you know just where to touch him, his eyes will brighten spectacularly and then he'll abhor your very existence, when he knows you've seen what you already knew was there.
Angel knows from experience just where to touch him. In another century they'd shared a bed, and slept soundly upon it with blood on their teeth.
Big Exit
(Hi. I'm auberus, your driver for Angel this month. I read pretty much everything, so the recs will be fairly eclectic. Hopefully, there will be something for everybody.)
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