Oh my god, my heart. I love everything about this. You're Lilah voice is so perfect, and I lovelovelove the way you use her continuing to bleed throughout the story. It's the exact right metaphor for everything that's happening in her life at that point, and especially for her relationship to and with Wesley.
It's so funny, because you do write her differently than the way I think of Lilah, but at the same time, your vision of her makes perfect sense and I can see all the things I love about her in your words. I thought about quoting all my favorite parts, but since I'd end up pasting the whole fic into the comment box, I just want to say that this:
For the next month the blood won’t stop. She doesn’t know how she survives all the dirt and grime that covers her, dragging with it the chance of infection. If she gets sick with fever, Lilah wants to know what delirium would bring her. Would Wesley come swooping in to save her? Would she shoot him and then weep over his imaginary corpse? Light Fred Burkle’s clothes on fire and cackle from the sidelines? Lilah has imagined worse. Lilah’s done worse.
perfectly sums up Lilah's character to me. The things she thinks she might see -- ranging from the ultimate romantic hero return of Wesley to violence and petty outbursts -- and her acknowledgment that it would still all pale in comparison to who she really is, just underscores how complicated she really is. Love it.
Erm...yeah. Sorry for taking so many words to basically say "OMGLOVE!", when a fic rocks in as many ways as this one does, I tend to get a little flaily. Especially when the fic is about an awesome female character.
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It's so funny, because you do write her differently than the way I think of Lilah, but at the same time, your vision of her makes perfect sense and I can see all the things I love about her in your words. I thought about quoting all my favorite parts, but since I'd end up pasting the whole fic into the comment box, I just want to say that this:
For the next month the blood won’t stop. She doesn’t know how she survives all the dirt and grime that covers her, dragging with it the chance of infection. If she gets sick with fever, Lilah wants to know what delirium would bring her. Would Wesley come swooping in to save her? Would she shoot him and then weep over his imaginary corpse? Light Fred Burkle’s clothes on fire and cackle from the sidelines? Lilah has imagined worse. Lilah’s done worse.
perfectly sums up Lilah's character to me. The things she thinks she might see -- ranging from the ultimate romantic hero return of Wesley to violence and petty outbursts -- and her acknowledgment that it would still all pale in comparison to who she really is, just underscores how complicated she really is. Love it.
Erm...yeah. Sorry for taking so many words to basically say "OMGLOVE!", when a fic rocks in as many ways as this one does, I tend to get a little flaily. Especially when the fic is about an awesome female character.