There's a LOT of intentional repetition in this fic ("sometimes men just fuck," "interest, acception, affection," Willow's need for control, not to mention that whole Hamlet refrain) but I'm glad you liked the "grimmest of fairy tales" and "tower was deserted" bit. I didn't want to hit that too hard (and to be honest, I used White Knight more than I should have, considering that Angelus said and no one else ever heard it and Xander plays things close to the chest.)
Oh, I love you for liking the "didn't even have the courage to cry" paragraph. I've doubted and doubted that one. I don't usually write things like this (Sunday) because I'm very like Xander in immediately defaulting to funny when I get uncomfortable. I'm always scared that when I go "serious" I'm going to immediately head into purple prose, cheese or schmalzt. I was afraid that bit was schmaltzy. That you like it eases that. Muchly.
And I'm ECSTATIC that you're doing a re-read. Thank you again. Lots.
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Date: 2006-05-25 12:50 am (UTC)From:Oh, I love you for liking the "didn't even have the courage to cry" paragraph. I've doubted and doubted that one. I don't usually write things like this (Sunday) because I'm very like Xander in immediately defaulting to funny when I get uncomfortable. I'm always scared that when I go "serious" I'm going to immediately head into purple prose, cheese or schmalzt. I was afraid that bit was schmaltzy. That you like it eases that. Muchly.
And I'm ECSTATIC that you're doing a re-read. Thank you again. Lots.