Spike City Chapter 6

[spikesfool]

Another chapter of Spike City. I was meant to be finishing BB, but I couldn't wait to show off the present the terrifically talented zoesmith gave me. An amazing, dramatic banner for Spike City. I can't express how much I appreciate all the wonderful manips I've received for this and other fics I've written. It makes me feel truly blessed to have so many

Comments

[uncouthkitten]

Really loving the Sin City neo noir vibe and am really interested in how you write the characters as their lives become more enmeshed, with Spike's present dependency on Angel and their close proximity potentially having the effect of breaking down Spike's emotional walls it could be a rocky road. Finally catching up after rl got a bit manic so it's good to see that you're getting past the writers block and with another totally addictive story.

[spikesfool]

I have a lot of excitement about this story. It's challenging and considerably different from other things I've written. For one, I've never done Spike quite this bad before. A cold-hearted murderer.

Of course, Angel doesn't know all that and he's drawn to Spike in a way he's never been drawn to anyone else before. He's building a fire under the beautiful stranger. Things will be happening soon. They're a combustible pair. Sparks are going to fly.

I'm sorry things have been manic for you. I hope you're feeling better and RL will settle down to a gentler pace.

*soft hugs and pets*

[adso_von_melk]

Spike thinks he has everything in control! eheh I'm betting nothing is going to work the way he plans it! :D loved this chapter! The story is progressing so naturaly! ;) Want more!!! *hugs you hard and smooches you!*

[spikesfool]

Your comment really cheered me up. I'm trying so hard not to rush things along. I'll be working exclusively on this one now and I'm so full of inspiration for it, I can't wait.

Thank you, sweetie for encouraging the jittery author!! *hugs and big sloppy kisses*

[angelsiredspike]

Awesome chapter!

[spikesfool]

*smooch* Awesome you!!!!!!

[jasonsnene]

Walking turned out to be an exercise Spike wasn’t completely prepared for. His feet were concrete blocks and his legs were jelly, attempting to spill him on his broken face. Under their swath of elastic wrap, his ribs played silly buggers, shooting black arrows of pain through the meat of his torso, robbing him of breath.

That paragraph? Frickin brilliant. God I want to know how you do it so bad! You write and make me see and feel and smell and I love you and hate you, because you're so good! GAH! This is going to be really interesting...I have a feeling I'm just going to keep getting blown away.

[spikesfool]

EEEEEEP. Now I'm all worried that the next chapter you'll go, "How did she fool me all this time? She's an awful writer!"

Because I am so luxurating in your compliments. I feel a bit like Cleopatra in her milk bath with the palm branches swaying overhead.

All I can say about my style is I try to pay attention to the small details. I think they make a scene come alive, what the character's thinking or feeling, how they relate to the space around them. I don't know if that's any help, but I don't want you to hate me, cause I'm your slave now! *major huggage*

[eris_raine]

hehehe and a squee cause I get my wish! Spike thinks he has the perfect solution, I can't wait to see how it plays out! My two favorite parts that had me grinning from ear to ear are

“Here’s your cigarettes.” Angel’s voice was an irritated growl. “Had to talk to a man about a bad guy. Then I forgot those damn cancer sticks. They’re gonna kill you. You know that, right?”

Spike liked seein’ the pussycat bare his claws. He answered mildly, tipping his tongue to the top of an over-punched lip. “Thanks. Airmail, huh?”

Angel’s scowl broke into a shamed grin. “Sorry. Hard day. For you, too?” At Spike’s slow nod, Angel bent to wrap an arm around his waist, shifting him onto his feet. “Let’s get the hell out of here, then.”

(heh Spike isn't the only one who likes Angel bearin' his claws)

and this one:

“Why don’t you water this bloody weed,” he called gruffly. “Or throw it out. No damned sense letting it die slowly of thirst

[spikesfool]

You know the way to an author's heart, don't you. Quoting lines. You naughty minx.

Thank you so much. I appreciate the time you take to leave a few words of encouragement.