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estepheiaThis is it, the conclusion. If I don't stop tinkering now, I never will. All I need now is a beta who will go through the whole thing and cut out all superfluous baggage (that comes in the shape of almosts, justs, gazes, looks, and merelys). I also need a good title for chapter 11 - but I may tinker with the chaptering anyway, since some chapters are 1000 words long and some 7000...
TITLE: Dealing - Finally finished!
PAIRING: Ethan/Lindsey
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: Slash - angst - porn-with-plot - daddy kink
SPOILERS: Set during Seeing Red, spoilers for AtS NFA.
SUMMARY: Ethan and Lindsey play a game of power and dominance
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sangpassionne
Chapters 1-9 are here.
Part 10a, Part 10b, Part 10c, Part 11a
Part 11b - Untitled
When Lindsey came to he was still trapped, hovering in the middle of the room. His head hurt like hell, but since he hadn't expected to live at all, he wasn't going to complain. He strained against the energy field and discovered that only a modicum of movement had been restored to him. He could wriggle his fingers and toes and twist his neck. That was all.
Rayne sat at the table, bathing in blindingly bright morning sunlight that fell through the open balcony door, scribbling something down. He was still wearing his bathrobe and nothing else.
"Still here," Lindsey stated.
With a flourish, Rayne finished whatever he was writing and put down his pen, before standing up, and slowly sauntering towards him. "You didn't think I'd leave without kissing you goodbye," he said, smiling.
"You sick bastard," Lindsey exploded.
"Have you ever wondered what your own mouth feels like? What others feel when they kiss you? When they push their tongue into your pretty mouth?" Rayne was now close enough for their bodies to touch. Smirking, he ran one hand through his prisoner's hair, and cupped his ass with the other. "Come on, let me show you," he murmured, then he leaned forward to press his slightly parted lips on Lindsey's stubbornly closed mouth.
It didn't matter whose body Rayne wore, he knew how to push every one of Lindsey's buttons. Lindsey's resolve to resist collapsed like a house of cards in two seconds flat. His involuntary gasp gave Rayne's probing tongue the opening it needed and it darted inside, hot and wet, and knowing.
Their tongues and breaths mingled in a fierce drawn-out kiss that was fuelled as much by anger and impending death as by genuine lust. It looked and felt as though Lindsey was kissing himself, but he never forgot that it was Rayne behind the steering wheel. The sorcerer moaned into his mouth like a connoisseur savoring a particularly fine wine, stroking Lindsey's hair, and slowly grinding his hard-on against Lindsey's hip, and Lindsey's body responded with humiliating alacrity. He barely noticed it when his feet landed on the floor, he merely used his new-won leverage to press harder against the other man. "Hate you," he groaned, biting Rayne's lips. "Gonna kill you for this."
"I know," Rayne replied, taking Lindsey's head between both hands. "Reversum," he sighed – into Lindsey's open mouth.
It was like a parachute jump. One second you were a bundle of nerves and anticipation, the next instant you were barreling through the air so fast your own voice couldn't keep up with you, falling like a stone, faster and faster, drunk with speed and the wind whipping your face and bringing tears to your eyes, falling, falling, until the parachute opened with a yank, breaking your fall, heart still beating madly inside your chest when the ground suddenly leaped at you and bang, you'd arrived…
* * *
"Home, sweet home," Ethan sing-songed cheerfully, as he took a hurried step backwards, out of the other man's reach.
Lindsey was swaying on his feet, disoriented by the transition. He stared at his hands, blinking incredulously. They were his own again and free of restraints. It was obvious from the look on his face that he expected his freedom to come with a catch.
"Plenty of other bodies out there," Ethan said, answering the unspoken question in Lindsey's gaze. "Without a price on their heads. Bodies that don't need tattoos to hold magical power."
Lindsey nodded slowly, but his eyes were smoldering with suspicion and hatred.
Had Ethan expected the return of his body to somehow lessen the murderous fury in Lindsey's eyes? Not for a second. Only time had the power to do that.
Ethan flexed his arms and shoulders, as though shrugging back into his own body, a body that was still naked and sprouting an erection – Lindsey's erection, if one were inclined to be nitpicky.
No longer violated by that accursed chip, it wasn't such a bad body to live in.
He walked over to the bed and started to get dressed, keeping a wary eye on his seething apprentice, and the gun close at hand. "You'll be happy to hear that the apocalypse has been averted." Ethan pulled up his slacks and unselfconsciously tucked his hard-on away. "I wish I could say in all honesty that I had something to do with it, but the truth is, black-eyed girl finally came to her senses. No sign of the Senior Partners, by the way."
Lindsey silently moved to the chair to pick up his own pants, mirroring Ethan's actions, but with more anger behind every movement.
Ethan watched him with more than a twinge of regret. If he'd known that the impending doom would take care of itself, he'd have taken things more slowly. Ethan was tired of being alone.
Oh well, it would never have worked anyway. They weren't exactly the trusting kind. Ethan stifled a sigh and picked up his bag. Time to split. "I wrote down the address of an old acquaintance of mine. He'll fix you up with anti-detection runes and other gadgets, as long as you don't mind going all the way to Nepal. Tell him I sent you and he'll do it for free. He owes me. As for the books and the rest of my stuff here, feel free to take whatever you want."
"All I want," Lindsey said hoarsely, "is to see you dead."
"Come now, I may have tampered with your nuts and bolts, son, but I never made you do or say anything that wasn't already inside you. Like it or not, but every man has two faces, even you and I."
Lindsey stubbornly shook his head.
Ethan sighed. One door opened and another one closed. There was no point in lingering and dwelling on could-have-beens.
As he walked out, a sense of deliverance suddenly bubbled inside him like champagne, and he found himself smiling uncontrollably. Free at last. Although he had to admit that this had been as much about winning as it had been about breaking free, if only to prove that two years of imprisonment hadn't broken him. Oh yes, he was still Ethan Rayne, chaos' degenerate son. And if he'd lost his palate for outright cruelty, well, why not?
After all, the only thing that Janus truly abhorred was the absence of change.
Epilogue
If we played even,
I'd be your queen.
But someone was cheatin'.
And it wasn't me.
I've laid it on the table,
You had something back.
If love is Aces,
Give me the Jack.
(Maria McKee – If Love is a Red Dress)
deal, n.
An agreement, especially one that is mutually beneficent.
* * *
Killed. Not by Angel but by one of his pathetic flunkies. Not by Angel.
Lindsey lay slumped on the ground, a burning pain in his chest where Lorne's bullets had smashed through bone and tissue. He couldn't move, not his limbs, not his eyes, couldn't even breathe. Angel's green executioner stood before him. Lindsey couldn't see his face, just the legs of his pants and the hem of his ugly brown leather coat. The gun clattered to the floor. Then the legs turned to depart.
So. This was what death felt like. Lindsey tried to move, but he was trapped inside his prone, unresponsive body. Looked like Wolfram & Hart's after-death clause was still operative. A mixed blessing, but anything that kept him away from the gaping hole, that he could sense opening just outside his limited field of vision, had to be a good thing.
In front of him a grey swirl turned into a pair of black-clad legs wearing expensive leather shoes. For one insane moment Lindsey thought they were Angel's, that Angel had come to make sure he was dead, or maybe to stop Lorne. It would have been too late, of course, but hey it was the thought that counted.
"Hey there, son," Rayne's voice mocked him. "Need a hand?"
Rayne. Come to gloat. 'Fuck you!' Lindsey would have snarled at his former teacher, but death kind of cramped his range of expression.
"Quite a ruckus you fellows caused here. Taking out some of the players instead of the pieces… The upcoming power struggles will be quite something to behold."
Rayne's feet approached him. Hands touched Lindsey's shoulders and propped him up, then arranged his limp head so he could stare unblinkingly at the jagged, tentacled funnel that resembled the swirling eye of a slate gray tornado. Lindsey thought he could hear screaming and wailing from out of the funnel. So this was what the gates of hell looked like.
One of the smoky tendrils grew, slowly wafting and snaking towards Lindsey's prone ankle. If that was supposed to scare him, it was working. Lindsey had never been a coward. There had been times when he would have welcomed death, and other times where he simply hadn't cared, but going to hell? Now? He would squirm away – if only he could.
You dealt with the wrong people and it was eternal flames after. A deal was a deal. Nobody knew that better than Lindsey. No fine print, no last surprise witnesses, no fixing the jury, no last appeals.
Rayne crouched down in front of him, but at a respectful distance to the swirling not-so pearly gate. For at least ten seconds, the sorcerer gazed into the funnel, before facing Lindsey.
"Pretty, isn't it?" he said without mirth, then dug into his coat pocket. A moment later, a gleaming gold coin was held in front of Lindsey's eyes. For the first time he got a good look at it. It showed a man's face, young, happy. Rayne turned it over and the face was old and grim. Janus, Rayne's god. "Life, death, dominance, service, peace, war, pain, lust, hate, love. Different sides of the same coin." Rayne gave the coin a spin. "What goes up, must come down. Every ending is a new beginning. Only change is eternal. Fancy another deal?"
There was an unexpected note of pleading in the sorcerer's voice.
How did one say "Anything you want" when one was dead? Apparently one didn't have to, because the gold coin spun into the air like a golden hummingbird, rose, hovered for the blink of an eye, then came down and landed on the sorcerer's palm, who glanced at it, then smiled. "Good boy."
Rayne reached out and touched Lindsey's chest. A searing pain stabbed through Lindsey's heart and he gasped, greedily drawing fresh air into stale lungs. Behind Rayne the hellish swirl was already closing: shrinking and withdrawing like a disappointed moray retreating into its hole. Hell still had teeth, but today hell went hungry.
Heart. Beating. Air. Breathing. Alive!
Lindsey patted his chest. The bullet holes were gone, and so was the pain. His flesh was fully mended. Only the shirt was still ruined, blood-stained evidence of his execution.
Rayne was watching him, his saturnine face inscrutable, hands shoved into the pockets of his coat, but something about him belied the casual posture, maybe the tension in his neck.
Rayne held out his hand. After a moment of hesitation, Lindsey took it, allowing the sorcerer to pull him to his feet. Before letting go, Rayne slipped a hard and cold object between Lindsey's fingers.
"Say hello to Janus," Rayne said softly.
Lindsey looked up from the gold coin in his palm to meet the sorcerer's obsidian gaze. Maybe it was Lindsey's imagination, but Rayne's smile seemed uncertain, as though he were holding his breath.
A deal was a deal. Never breaking eye-contact, Lindsey brought the coin to his lips. Allowing a smile to break through, he greeted the one person who'd ever come back for him.
"Hello, Ethan."
THE END
Many thanks to: Oni,harmonyfb, mikelesq, Spankys, Tigs (Sarah), Miggy (Kristen/Idaho), sitebilder, jenny_o, sangpassionne, ladycat777, makd, itsabigrock and everybody else who helped me at some point or other.
Also many thanks tolorshiva, killerweasel, mydeira, ely_jan, Megan, Belle, soundingsea, brandil, novascotiasam, timeofchange, trishabooms, miniera, Jennifer, secondverse, pinkdormouse - and everybody else who gave me feedback. If there had been no one to write this for, I doubt I'd ever have finished this.
But I think the one person who deserves my gratitude most issangpassionne, because she really held my hand, gave me pep-talks, read the same scenes over and over again every time I felt insecure about changes I'd made. Thank you, Josey, you're a peach!!
*faints with exhaustion*
TITLE: Dealing - Finally finished!
PAIRING: Ethan/Lindsey
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: Slash - angst - porn-with-plot - daddy kink
SPOILERS: Set during Seeing Red, spoilers for AtS NFA.
SUMMARY: Ethan and Lindsey play a game of power and dominance
many thanks to
sangpassionneChapters 1-9 are here.
Part 10a, Part 10b, Part 10c, Part 11a
Part 11b - Untitled
When Lindsey came to he was still trapped, hovering in the middle of the room. His head hurt like hell, but since he hadn't expected to live at all, he wasn't going to complain. He strained against the energy field and discovered that only a modicum of movement had been restored to him. He could wriggle his fingers and toes and twist his neck. That was all.
Rayne sat at the table, bathing in blindingly bright morning sunlight that fell through the open balcony door, scribbling something down. He was still wearing his bathrobe and nothing else.
"Still here," Lindsey stated.
With a flourish, Rayne finished whatever he was writing and put down his pen, before standing up, and slowly sauntering towards him. "You didn't think I'd leave without kissing you goodbye," he said, smiling.
"You sick bastard," Lindsey exploded.
"Have you ever wondered what your own mouth feels like? What others feel when they kiss you? When they push their tongue into your pretty mouth?" Rayne was now close enough for their bodies to touch. Smirking, he ran one hand through his prisoner's hair, and cupped his ass with the other. "Come on, let me show you," he murmured, then he leaned forward to press his slightly parted lips on Lindsey's stubbornly closed mouth.
It didn't matter whose body Rayne wore, he knew how to push every one of Lindsey's buttons. Lindsey's resolve to resist collapsed like a house of cards in two seconds flat. His involuntary gasp gave Rayne's probing tongue the opening it needed and it darted inside, hot and wet, and knowing.
Their tongues and breaths mingled in a fierce drawn-out kiss that was fuelled as much by anger and impending death as by genuine lust. It looked and felt as though Lindsey was kissing himself, but he never forgot that it was Rayne behind the steering wheel. The sorcerer moaned into his mouth like a connoisseur savoring a particularly fine wine, stroking Lindsey's hair, and slowly grinding his hard-on against Lindsey's hip, and Lindsey's body responded with humiliating alacrity. He barely noticed it when his feet landed on the floor, he merely used his new-won leverage to press harder against the other man. "Hate you," he groaned, biting Rayne's lips. "Gonna kill you for this."
"I know," Rayne replied, taking Lindsey's head between both hands. "Reversum," he sighed – into Lindsey's open mouth.
It was like a parachute jump. One second you were a bundle of nerves and anticipation, the next instant you were barreling through the air so fast your own voice couldn't keep up with you, falling like a stone, faster and faster, drunk with speed and the wind whipping your face and bringing tears to your eyes, falling, falling, until the parachute opened with a yank, breaking your fall, heart still beating madly inside your chest when the ground suddenly leaped at you and bang, you'd arrived…
* * *
"Home, sweet home," Ethan sing-songed cheerfully, as he took a hurried step backwards, out of the other man's reach.
Lindsey was swaying on his feet, disoriented by the transition. He stared at his hands, blinking incredulously. They were his own again and free of restraints. It was obvious from the look on his face that he expected his freedom to come with a catch.
"Plenty of other bodies out there," Ethan said, answering the unspoken question in Lindsey's gaze. "Without a price on their heads. Bodies that don't need tattoos to hold magical power."
Lindsey nodded slowly, but his eyes were smoldering with suspicion and hatred.
Had Ethan expected the return of his body to somehow lessen the murderous fury in Lindsey's eyes? Not for a second. Only time had the power to do that.
Ethan flexed his arms and shoulders, as though shrugging back into his own body, a body that was still naked and sprouting an erection – Lindsey's erection, if one were inclined to be nitpicky.
No longer violated by that accursed chip, it wasn't such a bad body to live in.
He walked over to the bed and started to get dressed, keeping a wary eye on his seething apprentice, and the gun close at hand. "You'll be happy to hear that the apocalypse has been averted." Ethan pulled up his slacks and unselfconsciously tucked his hard-on away. "I wish I could say in all honesty that I had something to do with it, but the truth is, black-eyed girl finally came to her senses. No sign of the Senior Partners, by the way."
Lindsey silently moved to the chair to pick up his own pants, mirroring Ethan's actions, but with more anger behind every movement.
Ethan watched him with more than a twinge of regret. If he'd known that the impending doom would take care of itself, he'd have taken things more slowly. Ethan was tired of being alone.
Oh well, it would never have worked anyway. They weren't exactly the trusting kind. Ethan stifled a sigh and picked up his bag. Time to split. "I wrote down the address of an old acquaintance of mine. He'll fix you up with anti-detection runes and other gadgets, as long as you don't mind going all the way to Nepal. Tell him I sent you and he'll do it for free. He owes me. As for the books and the rest of my stuff here, feel free to take whatever you want."
"All I want," Lindsey said hoarsely, "is to see you dead."
"Come now, I may have tampered with your nuts and bolts, son, but I never made you do or say anything that wasn't already inside you. Like it or not, but every man has two faces, even you and I."
Lindsey stubbornly shook his head.
Ethan sighed. One door opened and another one closed. There was no point in lingering and dwelling on could-have-beens.
As he walked out, a sense of deliverance suddenly bubbled inside him like champagne, and he found himself smiling uncontrollably. Free at last. Although he had to admit that this had been as much about winning as it had been about breaking free, if only to prove that two years of imprisonment hadn't broken him. Oh yes, he was still Ethan Rayne, chaos' degenerate son. And if he'd lost his palate for outright cruelty, well, why not?
After all, the only thing that Janus truly abhorred was the absence of change.
Epilogue
If we played even,
I'd be your queen.
But someone was cheatin'.
And it wasn't me.
I've laid it on the table,
You had something back.
If love is Aces,
Give me the Jack.
(Maria McKee – If Love is a Red Dress)
deal, n.
An agreement, especially one that is mutually beneficent.
Killed. Not by Angel but by one of his pathetic flunkies. Not by Angel.
Lindsey lay slumped on the ground, a burning pain in his chest where Lorne's bullets had smashed through bone and tissue. He couldn't move, not his limbs, not his eyes, couldn't even breathe. Angel's green executioner stood before him. Lindsey couldn't see his face, just the legs of his pants and the hem of his ugly brown leather coat. The gun clattered to the floor. Then the legs turned to depart.
So. This was what death felt like. Lindsey tried to move, but he was trapped inside his prone, unresponsive body. Looked like Wolfram & Hart's after-death clause was still operative. A mixed blessing, but anything that kept him away from the gaping hole, that he could sense opening just outside his limited field of vision, had to be a good thing.
In front of him a grey swirl turned into a pair of black-clad legs wearing expensive leather shoes. For one insane moment Lindsey thought they were Angel's, that Angel had come to make sure he was dead, or maybe to stop Lorne. It would have been too late, of course, but hey it was the thought that counted.
"Hey there, son," Rayne's voice mocked him. "Need a hand?"
Rayne. Come to gloat. 'Fuck you!' Lindsey would have snarled at his former teacher, but death kind of cramped his range of expression.
"Quite a ruckus you fellows caused here. Taking out some of the players instead of the pieces… The upcoming power struggles will be quite something to behold."
Rayne's feet approached him. Hands touched Lindsey's shoulders and propped him up, then arranged his limp head so he could stare unblinkingly at the jagged, tentacled funnel that resembled the swirling eye of a slate gray tornado. Lindsey thought he could hear screaming and wailing from out of the funnel. So this was what the gates of hell looked like.
One of the smoky tendrils grew, slowly wafting and snaking towards Lindsey's prone ankle. If that was supposed to scare him, it was working. Lindsey had never been a coward. There had been times when he would have welcomed death, and other times where he simply hadn't cared, but going to hell? Now? He would squirm away – if only he could.
You dealt with the wrong people and it was eternal flames after. A deal was a deal. Nobody knew that better than Lindsey. No fine print, no last surprise witnesses, no fixing the jury, no last appeals.
Rayne crouched down in front of him, but at a respectful distance to the swirling not-so pearly gate. For at least ten seconds, the sorcerer gazed into the funnel, before facing Lindsey.
"Pretty, isn't it?" he said without mirth, then dug into his coat pocket. A moment later, a gleaming gold coin was held in front of Lindsey's eyes. For the first time he got a good look at it. It showed a man's face, young, happy. Rayne turned it over and the face was old and grim. Janus, Rayne's god. "Life, death, dominance, service, peace, war, pain, lust, hate, love. Different sides of the same coin." Rayne gave the coin a spin. "What goes up, must come down. Every ending is a new beginning. Only change is eternal. Fancy another deal?"
There was an unexpected note of pleading in the sorcerer's voice.
How did one say "Anything you want" when one was dead? Apparently one didn't have to, because the gold coin spun into the air like a golden hummingbird, rose, hovered for the blink of an eye, then came down and landed on the sorcerer's palm, who glanced at it, then smiled. "Good boy."
Rayne reached out and touched Lindsey's chest. A searing pain stabbed through Lindsey's heart and he gasped, greedily drawing fresh air into stale lungs. Behind Rayne the hellish swirl was already closing: shrinking and withdrawing like a disappointed moray retreating into its hole. Hell still had teeth, but today hell went hungry.
Heart. Beating. Air. Breathing. Alive!
Lindsey patted his chest. The bullet holes were gone, and so was the pain. His flesh was fully mended. Only the shirt was still ruined, blood-stained evidence of his execution.
Rayne was watching him, his saturnine face inscrutable, hands shoved into the pockets of his coat, but something about him belied the casual posture, maybe the tension in his neck.
Rayne held out his hand. After a moment of hesitation, Lindsey took it, allowing the sorcerer to pull him to his feet. Before letting go, Rayne slipped a hard and cold object between Lindsey's fingers.
"Say hello to Janus," Rayne said softly.
Lindsey looked up from the gold coin in his palm to meet the sorcerer's obsidian gaze. Maybe it was Lindsey's imagination, but Rayne's smile seemed uncertain, as though he were holding his breath.
A deal was a deal. Never breaking eye-contact, Lindsey brought the coin to his lips. Allowing a smile to break through, he greeted the one person who'd ever come back for him.
"Hello, Ethan."
THE END
Many thanks to: Oni,
harmonyfb, mikelesq, Spankys, Tigs (Sarah), Miggy (Kristen/Idaho), sitebilder, jenny_o, sangpassionne, ladycat777, makd, itsabigrock and everybody else who helped me at some point or other.Also many thanks to
lorshiva, killerweasel, mydeira, ely_jan, Megan, Belle, soundingsea, brandil, novascotiasam, timeofchange, trishabooms, miniera, Jennifer, secondverse, pinkdormouse - and everybody else who gave me feedback. If there had been no one to write this for, I doubt I'd ever have finished this.But I think the one person who deserves my gratitude most is
sangpassionne, because she really held my hand, gave me pep-talks, read the same scenes over and over again every time I felt insecure about changes I'd made. Thank you, Josey, you're a peach!!*faints with exhaustion*
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Date: 2005-01-12 10:16 am (UTC)Heading out the door very soon, but shall take print-outs of the last two installments to read while I'm waiting for the garage to look at my car.
Big heap of FB to come at the weekend, I suppose.
Gina
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Date: 2005-01-12 04:09 pm (UTC)Este
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Date: 2005-01-12 06:37 pm (UTC)Bravo!
Gina
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Date: 2005-01-12 07:08 pm (UTC)I already made a few minor changes to earlier installments, going back to prepare/foreshadow later developments (and I forget to mention Ethan's beard in the last section...). I want the whole thing to be neat and tidy
I'm glad you enjoyed the story and that the ending surprised you.
*beams*
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Date: 2005-01-12 07:39 pm (UTC)Sure, no problem.
Gina
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Date: 2005-01-12 07:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-12 10:34 am (UTC)I loved this. Loved it. Normally I don't like Ethan, but you wrote him very well. I'm very picky about Lindsey, but again, you did a wonderful job.
Glad you finished it. It's something to be happy with and proud of. Excellent work!
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Date: 2005-01-12 10:48 am (UTC)Thank you very much for reading and commenting. :-)
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Date: 2005-01-12 12:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-12 02:51 pm (UTC)Ack, but I just remember that I forgot to put in the fact that Ethan pops up with a beard. I love Wickedfox's manip so much, so picture Ethan bearded in that last scene.
I'm glad you enjoyed the series.
Oh, and yeah, Lindsey's death sucked. Murdering those you can't save is not an option, not if the show is to end on a vaguely optimistic note. *sigh*
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Date: 2005-01-12 05:38 pm (UTC)More story around the corner? More porn? *bounces* I'll keep an eye out.
Again, wonderful job!
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Date: 2005-01-12 12:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-12 02:56 pm (UTC)It was tough writing this because it flew under the radar for so long, but once I had a handful of faithful and eager readers who left feedback that told me it was working, it got a lot easier.
Anyway, right now I feel I can tackle ANYTHING.
*stares at daunting pile of WIPs.*
*smiles*
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Date: 2005-01-12 02:58 pm (UTC)::whispering::Let's Talk About Sex, Pandora-verse, Perdition::cough::
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Date: 2005-01-12 03:12 pm (UTC)But the rest? Yeah. I reread Perdition yesterday. Will reread LTAS tomorrow.
Will work on the second half of my Spangel AU tonight.
*bounces*
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Date: 2005-01-12 03:13 pm (UTC)Hee! It's official: buying furniture = happily ever after for gay couples.
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Date: 2005-01-12 03:36 pm (UTC)You know, I could write a Pandora story in which Spike gets to top, but I'd feel like I'm going through a check list.
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Date: 2005-01-12 03:40 pm (UTC)::pouts::
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Date: 2005-01-12 01:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-12 04:08 pm (UTC)Thank you for pimping this in your LJ. *smooch*
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Date: 2005-01-12 03:49 pm (UTC)Freaking perfect ending, and the potential for a sequel is *so* there. Excellent character voices right the way through, and you managed to keep them true to their canon selves, even in such an original plot.
I'm so torn between satisfaction (because the ending was wicked!) and despair (because, dammit, the *ending*). :)
~Megan~
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Date: 2005-01-12 04:07 pm (UTC)Anyway, thank you for your continued feedback. I'd hoped that the Lindsey-fans might get a big happy out of the ending.
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Date: 2005-01-12 03:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-21 06:09 pm (UTC)I think the plot is brilliant, so very well thought out, and the writing is just superb. I could never have imagined my reading, let alone enjoying, an Ethan/Lindsey story until now... Now I have Ethan popping unexpectedly into plots, and even the odd dream, and it's all your fault!
I owe you a Spike/Angel AU human western, with Ethan at his snake oil selling best, and if it turns out to be just half as good as this story then I'll be more than happy!
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Date: 2005-01-21 06:32 pm (UTC)Dreaming about Ethan is something I don't - I rarely remember my dreams. I envy you!
Well, he can always unexpectedly pop up in plots because he is a trigger character, a catalyst who changes people, one way or another. He can even bring about positive change. And he likes stirring things up. I've often used him in minor roles...
But you don't OWE me a story. If you write that Western AU I will gladly read it, and I'm sure there are others who will be just as eager, but if Ethan is in it, well, bonus!!!
thank you for reading and commenting. :-)
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Date: 2005-02-03 05:57 pm (UTC)Julie
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Date: 2005-02-04 07:45 am (UTC)No, there won't be a sequel. I have more WIPs on my plate than I can count and a few ficathon assignments. *panicks and runs around like a headless chicken*