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Writing Meme
Fic meme:
Pick a paragraph (or any passage less than 500 words) from any fanfic I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
My fic can be found here.
Pick a paragraph (or any passage less than 500 words) from any fanfic I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
My fic can be found here.
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***Edit: Apparently I don't know my days as well as I thought I did. Whoops. ;)
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From Hollow Places - The Prologue
The glint of silver caught her vacant blue eyes and she reached out. Her deceptively delicate fingers wrapped around a ring shaped into two hands holding a crowned heart. Her head cocked in confusion at the feelings the images invoked and her skin prickled once more as the presence of another moved to her side.
The immense feeling of unease in the void that had once been her shell’s stomach told her it was the warrior. She could sense the others in her army, silent and waiting. The tiny Slayer knelt before her and their grief filled gazes met, neither spoke as Illyria studied the pixie like face before her. Such a pretty package to hold all of that darkness, they were both deceptive in their forms. It had advantages.
“Buffy.” She offered her hand.
The demon blinked before pulling on the shell’s memories once more and a small sardonic smile quirked her lips. “I am Illyria.” Her hand grasped the other girl’s wrist and they shook up and down once.
“Dear Lord!” The demon’s gaze flicked shifted behind the warrior and saw one of the few men in her army staring at her in abject horror. He took a step forward as if to aid his Slayer but seemed to think better of it when he saw Illyria watched him. “Buffy, she’s…she’s…”
“An ally.”
The demon’s attention was drawn back to the Slayer before her. “But Buffy, she’s one of the Old Ones. We simply can’t allow her—”
“To spend one more minute out in the rain.” A brow rose in question to the demon and Illyria’s eye’s narrowed but she rose offering her arm to the warrior. “Willow, ready when you are.”
EDIT: And my brain must still be fried since I failed to explain the choice. had to go farther back cause we've done a lot of discussing of your fics over the years. Here I'm interested in Buffy's rather easy acceptance of Illyria despite her being an old one and Illyria's acceptance of Buffy as something almost like an equal.
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Buffy’s first introduction to Illyria was seeing her fight at Angel’s side and then at her own. She was in all her Old One glory and rocking the battle field which would earn her some respect and of all Buffy’s personality quirks, earning her respect seems to be the hardest of them all. So Buffy’s not necessarily trusting Illyria in this moment, but she is noticing a very powerful, very potential-filled ally when she’s just lost two of them.
I admit that the main reason behind their friendship in this story was because I’d never seen it done before and I wanted to try something new. I like new things. I like stories that don’t follow the normal trend so I try to do that with my stories and this makes me want to reread my Hollow Places notes. *ponders*