I love how you this unbelievably beautiful and haunting line: Xander stared back, and then decided this was it. He was out. The tower was deserted; the princess didn’t need a white knight anymore. He was cutting his ties and getting out, starting right here. connects back to the this line from the previous chapter, but the previous time it was from Spike's perspective: But he’d sat there comfortable, laughing for the first time since he’d watched a lady fall from a tower like the grimmest of fairy tales, and he’d recognized it. Love the subtle differences but how nonetheless they're thinking similar thoughts.
And this is so poignantly beautiful: The door closed behind her and Xander stared at it for a long moment until the burning in his eyes blurred it and the roaring in his ears screamed at him to call her back. But he stood there in the empty apartment, with the burning in his eyes and feeling hollowness beyond despair when he realized he didn’t even have the courage to cry.
Love. Love. Love. Love this story. I am so glad I'm doing a re-read!!! *g*
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Date: 2006-05-24 07:10 am (UTC)From:And this is so poignantly beautiful:
The door closed behind her and Xander stared at it for a long moment until the burning in his eyes blurred it and the roaring in his ears screamed at him to call her back. But he stood there in the empty apartment, with the burning in his eyes and feeling hollowness beyond despair when he realized he didn’t even have the courage to cry.
Love. Love. Love. Love this story. I am so glad I'm doing a re-read!!! *g*