[HIATUS]

[windandwater]

This is it. I'm leaving the house in a little bit to go to the hotel, so I'm pretty much going to be absent from LJ and online for the rest of the week. Even if the hotel has free wireless, I think I'll be too stressed out to take advantage of it.

As I did last time, this is now A TOTAL SPAM POST.

Run wild, people. Link me to anything you want me to see or read, babble endlessly, RP in here, or -- and Mikke did this once and holds the spamming title in my LJ for it -- post all your fic here. XD! I approve of cat macros and pictures of cute animals. I also approve of smutty pr0n (fics and art yayz), and cuddly domesticity (fics and art yayz). Go ahead and try to break my e-mail, and give me much love.

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EDIT...

It's 2pm and I just wanted to tell everyone that I'm checked in and such. And the internets are not free. ;__; But I've got one day of it so I will see if Trickster works.

Oh, and...

ONLY 15 COMMENTS?! I SAID TO SPAM. SPAM LIKE YOU MEAN IT.

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Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

No, it was not memories of his time as Angelus that brought Angel so much pain; not any more. Demons, even his own, held no more fear for him. It was memories of the brief years of happiness he had spent at the side of a certain spunky young Slayer that hurt him so much. There was joy accompanying the images too, but it seemed a distant thing, vague, so long lost in time that he could barely identify the emotion. All he could feel was the loss, the sharp bite of grief that he had gotten over centuries ago, or so he thought.

He nearly laughed aloud. He hadn't moved on. He had never gotten over her. But he had pretended that he had, burying all his emotions down where the pain couldn't touch him; fighting the demons of Earth as he could not fight them inside himself. He had lied to himself, had been lying for hundreds of years now. To what gain? He looked around in bleak despair at the shattered, dead world which had once been his home. General despair added onto personal despair. It was time to stop lying. Time to stop pretending he could make a difference. Time to let go. To let go of his past, his world, his life--

This was familiar. Oh yes. Long, long ago--how long? It bothered him that he couldn't remember--he had stood here before... so soon out of Hell for the first time, driven to the brink of insanity by a thing that Giles had called the First Evil, he had waited for day... just as he was waiting now. There had been a girl, then, one who pleaded with him not to give himself to the dawn, and Somebody Up There had seconded her request. It hadn't been his time, not yet.

But the stars were shining brighter than ever, overhead and in the west, and the sky was sharp, dead, and clear, without a hint of protecting cloud cover. Yes. This was the right thing to do. No salvation for him now -- he had failed.

The light was brighter, now, bright enough to nearly destroy his vision, which had been seeing by the dim starlight for so many years now. But he could still see, down among the ruins, where the first ray of sunlight struck the crumbling pile of brick that had once upon a time been a high school. Panic engulfed him, as his instincts tried to react to the death that was swift enroaching upon him. A more conscious fear, one Angel had almost buried under his other, older emotions, almost overwhelmed him, almost sent him scrambling for cover one more time. Equally torn between grief and fear, Angel did not move.

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

He could almost feel a gathering of energy, a magical tenseness in the air as the spell to bind the Hellmouth weakened in anticipation of his coming demise. He paid it no mind. Blinded now, sensitive skin already beginning to burn, Angel's sight was fixed upon the brightening horizon.

"Perhaps," he whispered, the first words he'd spoken in over a decade, "perhaps we shall be together at last, my love..." His voice cracked and ran to silence. He doubted it. But there was no room for doubt in his determination, his resolve. Let Hell take him. His time was long past gone. The ray of light spread over the ruined town below and crept towards the ancient graveyard. Seconds to go...

Time had run out. Time to die.

Dawn; the uncaring sun shed its fierce light upon a dead world.





Come with me where chains will never bind you.

All your grief, at last—at last—behind you.

Lord in Heaven, look down on him with mercy...