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A Passionate Intensity by Lillian Morgan (NC-17)
Fandom: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
Pairing: Spike/Angelus
Length: 1,892 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lillianmorgan
Author Website: her fic LJ,lm_fabella
Why this must be read: This is another of my older classic recs; Lillian is no longer writing in fandom, but I still like to point people to the lovely work she left behind. This particular story takes place during S2 of BtVS, while Angelus is plaguing Sunnydale, and it showcases some of Lillian's best strengths as a writer. I'm a big fan of Yeats' poem "The Second Coming", and Lillian uses the idea and the poem here to gorgeous effect. I really love her deliciously lyrical language in this piece, as well as her generous sprinkling of wonderfully vivid sensory details. She also does a great job with the characterizations, especially with Angelus.
“Such a pretty whore,” whispers Angelus, gently tussling Spike’s hair.
Spike leans into the endearment and closes his eyes. Fingers paint a line down his face. There is a stillness between them.
“Pity,” Angelus murmurs later, “about the legs. The lack of feeling, the lack of anything.”
Spike cannot decide whether this is conversation or a put-down. Probably, neither can Angelus.
“’Spect you know what it’s like,” Spike says, the words appearing mutinously at his lips, “what with having had a soul ‘n’ all.”
Angelus should roar from the bed or knock Spike into unconsciousness. Perhaps that is only what Spike wants, weeks after waiting for a tidbit of attention to be lavished upon him. But instead Angelus laughs.
“What good’s a soul at the hour of our salvation?”
“Destruction more like,” disagrees Spike. But his words are lost to the world, save for himself and the bed into which his face has been thrust, as Angelus rises to take on the world.
A Passionate Intensity
Pairing: Spike/Angelus
Length: 1,892 words
Author on LJ:
lillianmorganAuthor Website: her fic LJ,
lm_fabellaWhy this must be read: This is another of my older classic recs; Lillian is no longer writing in fandom, but I still like to point people to the lovely work she left behind. This particular story takes place during S2 of BtVS, while Angelus is plaguing Sunnydale, and it showcases some of Lillian's best strengths as a writer. I'm a big fan of Yeats' poem "The Second Coming", and Lillian uses the idea and the poem here to gorgeous effect. I really love her deliciously lyrical language in this piece, as well as her generous sprinkling of wonderfully vivid sensory details. She also does a great job with the characterizations, especially with Angelus.
“Such a pretty whore,” whispers Angelus, gently tussling Spike’s hair.
Spike leans into the endearment and closes his eyes. Fingers paint a line down his face. There is a stillness between them.
“Pity,” Angelus murmurs later, “about the legs. The lack of feeling, the lack of anything.”
Spike cannot decide whether this is conversation or a put-down. Probably, neither can Angelus.
“’Spect you know what it’s like,” Spike says, the words appearing mutinously at his lips, “what with having had a soul ‘n’ all.”
Angelus should roar from the bed or knock Spike into unconsciousness. Perhaps that is only what Spike wants, weeks after waiting for a tidbit of attention to be lavished upon him. But instead Angelus laughs.
“What good’s a soul at the hour of our salvation?”
“Destruction more like,” disagrees Spike. But his words are lost to the world, save for himself and the bed into which his face has been thrust, as Angelus rises to take on the world.
A Passionate Intensity