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I've been reccing things a lot lately, yeah?
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inlovewithnight
I don't watch Buffy. I have some idea of what's going on in that show, but for the most part I don't watch it unless there's nothing else on TV. I also usually avoid crossovers like the plague. But I'm willing to tolerate* the Whedon here because this fic's treatment of the Connor/Murphy relationship is one of the few that doesn't make me twitch. Even if this fic isn't Connor/Murphy. Ye ken well what ah mean.
*Not just tolerate. Downright like. Can you believe it? And the whole Faith-being-there thing? Works. Trust me.
There was only one bed in the room, and when the boys fell asleep and by the time they awoke Faith would be sprawled across the third of it their puppy-pile didn’t occupy. Sometimes they’d absorb her into their tangle, and she’d awaken to find her face pressed against Murphy’s back or her legs intertwined with Connor’s. She always reacted to waking like that the same way: gently, she’d pull herself free of the human knot, then retreat to her chair by the window to smoke and watch them tie themselves together again.
And now moving back to Lotrips:
do you still love someone if you never see them anymore, or do you love the silence they become? i love so many people in terms of yesterday.
Amazing line, isn't it? I like that line better than the entire fic. Which is an okay fic in terms of writing, but gets extra points for art and creativity. I just wanted to share that one way killer line with all ya'll, on account of it being way killer.
She draws well, too.
inlovewithnightI don't watch Buffy. I have some idea of what's going on in that show, but for the most part I don't watch it unless there's nothing else on TV. I also usually avoid crossovers like the plague. But I'm willing to tolerate* the Whedon here because this fic's treatment of the Connor/Murphy relationship is one of the few that doesn't make me twitch. Even if this fic isn't Connor/Murphy. Ye ken well what ah mean.
*Not just tolerate. Downright like. Can you believe it? And the whole Faith-being-there thing? Works. Trust me.
There was only one bed in the room, and when the boys fell asleep and by the time they awoke Faith would be sprawled across the third of it their puppy-pile didn’t occupy. Sometimes they’d absorb her into their tangle, and she’d awaken to find her face pressed against Murphy’s back or her legs intertwined with Connor’s. She always reacted to waking like that the same way: gently, she’d pull herself free of the human knot, then retreat to her chair by the window to smoke and watch them tie themselves together again.
And now moving back to Lotrips:
do you still love someone if you never see them anymore, or do you love the silence they become? i love so many people in terms of yesterday.
Amazing line, isn't it? I like that line better than the entire fic. Which is an okay fic in terms of writing, but gets extra points for art and creativity. I just wanted to share that one way killer line with all ya'll, on account of it being way killer.
She draws well, too.