The entire Buffy at the window, playing with the droplets of rain and the fog, scene.
That was harder to write than the flashbacks from the sex, actually. Trying to capture that weird depresso-feeling you get watching rain fall on a window, and combine that with all the angst someone like Buffy is going through at the time.
He stood in the center of the street, in the center of her world where any human's car could mow him down, no more than a reed swaying in the wind. Through the glass and the water and the miles of numbness she watched him fall to his knees, hands lying open before him in broken offering, just staring back at her.
oooh. I did like that part.
It smelled like sadness to Buffy, clean, numbing sorrow that washed away all one's fear and left only emptiness, wrinkled fingers and the desire to be swept away from life.
Hey, I don't remember that sentence. Did I write that sentence? That's actually a pretty cool sentence. What's it doing in my fic?
You do a really, really, really lovely job of describing scenes, making it flow like poetry. Imagery a-freaking-mazing.
Imagery was definintely the focus in writing it, as it has practically zero dialogue (unlike some of my fics that are almost all dialogue). In many ways this was sort of an exercise for me-- I don't mean that it was easy-type exercise, I mean it was a what-can-i-do-if-i-focus-on-this-way exercise.
It took no effort to stride toward the drowning vampire prince—not a king, no never that—to pull him up with a kiss and sink into his mouth, into his love.
I like that line. I wrote part of this fic jsut because I desperately desperately wanted to call Spike a "vampire prince" in at least one fanfic of mine, somewhere. I had this whole mental logical reasoning behind calling him that, talking about how his behavior as a master vampire is very reminiscent of stories of the restless prince who spurns his king's control yet desires his acceptance and pride (Angelus), who wastes his time with unimportant selfish and overly romanticized lifestyle, but who nonetheless is the one who will one day inheret all that power and prestige of his family...
... but no one ever asked about it. But I loved it anyway.
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Date: 2003-05-04 01:41 am (UTC)That was harder to write than the flashbacks from the sex, actually. Trying to capture that weird depresso-feeling you get watching rain fall on a window, and combine that with all the angst someone like Buffy is going through at the time.
He stood in the center of the street, in the center of her world where any human's car could mow him down, no more than a reed swaying in the wind. Through the glass and the water and the miles of numbness she watched him fall to his knees, hands lying open before him in broken offering, just staring back at her.
oooh. I did like that part.
It smelled like sadness to Buffy, clean, numbing sorrow that washed away all one's fear and left only emptiness, wrinkled fingers and the desire to be swept away from life.
Hey, I don't remember that sentence. Did I write that sentence? That's actually a pretty cool sentence. What's it doing in my fic?
You do a really, really, really lovely job of describing scenes, making it flow like poetry. Imagery a-freaking-mazing.
Imagery was definintely the focus in writing it, as it has practically zero dialogue (unlike some of my fics that are almost all dialogue). In many ways this was sort of an exercise for me-- I don't mean that it was easy-type exercise, I mean it was a what-can-i-do-if-i-focus-on-this-way exercise.
It took no effort to stride toward the drowning vampire prince—not a king, no never that—to pull him up with a kiss and sink into his mouth, into his love.
I like that line. I wrote part of this fic jsut because I desperately desperately wanted to call Spike a "vampire prince" in at least one fanfic of mine, somewhere. I had this whole mental logical reasoning behind calling him that, talking about how his behavior as a master vampire is very reminiscent of stories of the restless prince who spurns his king's control yet desires his acceptance and pride (Angelus), who wastes his time with unimportant selfish and overly romanticized lifestyle, but who nonetheless is the one who will one day inheret all that power and prestige of his family...
... but no one ever asked about it. But I loved it anyway.