Re: Fic; Return (3/?)

[Mad-Hamlet@xxxxxxx]

> Disclaimer;
> Joss owns them, and after "The Gift", we must trust that he knows 
what he's doing.

Yeah well, if the rumors turn out to be true I'll not trust anything 
ever again.

"Oh, and one more thing, before I walk out of your lives forever. In 
case I didn't mention it before now, I'm a lesbian. 'Bye!" She 
slammed the door behind her, and marched back to the apartment she 
shared with Tara McClay, not once looking behind her.

YEAH! Go Willow! Don't ask my why but Parental Rosenburg bashing is 
just such a fun thing to read about. Go Willow, Yay Willow, Sis Rah 
Boom Bah Willow!!






> 
> "Lumen Solaris!" 
Ah..latin..
So where exactly can I pick up this spell, I want to get a complete 
tan in winter.


> She pointed her finger up in front of her lips and blew across the 
fingertip, in imitation of a gunslinger blowing the smoke off a 
recently-fired pistol. 
The Good, The Bad, and the Yummy. (I think that sums Willow pretty 
well don't you?)


> 
> "I already started the paperwork for my transfer."
> 
Very well done scene. I've always had a hard time be patient enough to 
write long, proper conversations in my impatience to get to the 'Good 
Stuff'. Happens to a lot of ficcers. This was not one of them though.
I sorta thought I could see it coming, and I can understand Tara's 
thinking pretty clearly. The 'Not A Hero' aspect was very..human.
The only thing that confuses me is how she thinks she'll survice 
seperated from Willow, ah well.. though I'm pretty sure there's no 
'Prost Traumatics Brain Suckees Disorder' couceling group. Mm..this is 
LA though, anything goes.
> 
> ========
> 

> Graham prayed that what he was thinking wasn't true, but he feared 
that it was. And if it was, Finn's desertion was the least of their 
problems.

Yay, Graham gets to be sorta..maybe..heroic. 
A little. Potential beat down scene between to 'Friends' in the making 
tween Graham and Riley. 
GIVE 'IM ONE FOR ME GRAHAM!!


> Willow lay on her stomach, naked, her breasts feeling the smooth 
sheen of silk. She felt the cool wetness of the ink and the gentle 
sweep of the bristles as Tara applied her brush to her back. Tara 
dipped the brushtip in the inkwell, and continued to write arcane and 
esoteric signs on Willow's back, commenting favorably on her lover's 
curves. Occasionally, Tara would stop to caress Willow's shoulder, or 
lean forward to nibble her earlobe.

I have nothing to say to this, just gonna take notes.


> A grunt behind her yanked her around, and she saw a dark figure. 
She knew her from another dream, the Primal Slayer. The Slayer looked 
at Willow through matted hair, her wild eyes and grubby face growling 
silently in the dim candlelight. For some reason that Willow couldn't 
fathom, however, the Slayer was wearing a white t-shirt with a bright 
red-and-yellow Superman 'S' shield, and denim cutoffs.

There's a pleasent mental image.
Thanks.
Superman Symbol? Oh c'mon compared to the Slayer the supes are wimps.


> Willow sat transfixed as the Slayer as she took Willow's hand and 
placed it gently on the S on her shirt. "Keep this," she grunted. 
"I'll be back for it." A surge of energy passed from the Slayer 
through Willow's hand. The sheer shock of the energy yanked Willow 
out of the world where she had been...

Curioser and Curiouser. 
I'm often seen a a slayer without the energy, but the energy without a 
slayer? 
Okay that makes no sense but just live with it. 




> Before she returned to the bed and to Tara's side, she spoke 
quietly, in a whisper; "Goddess, I pray to you, tell me what would you 
have me do? What is my mission for the Light, the task you have set 
for me?" She looked at herself in the mirror, desperate to find any 
trace of the gawky, long-haired computer hacker she was before she met 
the Slayer. No, she realized, that person was another life. The 
daughter of Ira and Sheila Rosenberg was dead. She was Willow now. 
Daughter of the Goddess. That's all that mattered to her now.

Mmmm..facinating. Though if she starts lunging for telephone booths 
everytime trouble comes a'calling I'm going to be dissapointed.
Let's see where this goes.
> 
> And far beyond all human knowing, Morpheus continued to craft his 
dreams...

This is confusing, is all this just a dream within a dream? Something 
Machiaveilian? Or are other powers requesting favors from the 
DreamLord?

Too bad Destruction retired, I'm sure he would have approved of Buffy.
'Didja see the way she blew up tha school lad? Aye, now there was a 
fine display of physics in action!"

All in all, very very, pleasing to read. A nice slowly built story.
I would include the obligatory statements like 
'OHYMGODTHISISSOFANTASTIC' and/or 'Write fast or I'll (Insert Death 
Threat of Choice Here)'

But..I'm just not in the mood.
Think I'll just kick back, relax, maybe re-read it one more time and 
enjoy the warm buzz of a well prepared tale.
And THEM'S GOOD EATIN'!
I remain, as always,
Mad-Hamlet