Some things went deeper than the bone. Angel lived in her marrow, her blood, and though the thought was melodramatic enough to make her want to throw up, she knew it was also true.
I don't think I can quite form a sentence after that. Truly perfect. What IS it about him? ;o)
I always love how you write Cordelia hun, with the beauty and grace of a queen, the strength of a slayer even though she ain't one, and the cattiness of a thousand tigers all riled up.
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Date: 2007-03-12 01:36 pm (UTC)I don't think I can quite form a sentence after that. Truly perfect. What IS it about him? ;o)
I always love how you write Cordelia hun, with the beauty and grace of a queen, the strength of a slayer even though she ain't one, and the cattiness of a thousand tigers all riled up.
Fab. As always. ;o)