I'm afraid this comment ending up being more your writing than my thoughts. Sorry about that one... I blame you for writing so many perfect things.
He’s been there, done that. For a long time all he was was that. And that’s her too. And they can still bust a gut laughing at stupid in-jokes, and polish off two tubs of popcorn at an action movie, and try to get hotel hide-and-seek to catch on. (Angel, Cordy, and Wes still aren’t going for it. Lorne’s on the fence.)
Hotel hide-and-seek?! I love you for putting this beautiful idea in my mind because it is exactly the kind of thing that Fred and Gunn would be all giggly and enthusiastic about while everyone else just kinda looked at them strangely. Also, I love that you include Gunn's reflections on his own times fighting for his life. It really shows that he and Fred have a lot in common.
And there’s another splinter off that string of thought, a tiny unignorable crack: Wesley will be pissed about his friend.
“He’s gonna kill us,” Lilah gasps to Cordelia, the ‘us’ twisting into an optimistic ‘you’ in her brain, and hell, it’s not like he’ll be able to blame her for being the one who lives (“I know,” says Cordelia) and who knows, maybe he’ll even be relieved, maybe this time he’ll realize that he
OH MY HEART! I am a puddle on the floor because it's so painful and awful and perfect and... Oh, Lilah!
Maybe she was stupid to fall into a love based on flimsy things like laughter and extra maple syrup and warm arms around you at night and butterflies in your stomach. She's usually more practical than that, and there's not much point in being starry-eyed during the apocalypse.
Okay, this part kills me because it's everything that Fred loved about Gunn and everything that got lost in the apocalypse-raining-fire-hell. And, just, sooo Fred.
This is her mouth on his, and it is not like he’d imagined; it’s realer, somehow, more unremarkably solid, not so different from kissing anyone else.
Oh, I think I love this part best. It's like he'd been dressing her up and expecting it to be big and triumphant and brilliant but it's just... a kiss, just like kissing anyone else.
He is convinced, for several seconds, that he cannot live without her. That he has forgotten how.
SO PERFECT I CAN'T EVEN
A little condescending – like it’s sweet how young she is, how quaint she and Charles were, how much she doesn’t know and couldn’t imagine. Fred wonders what she looks like through his eyes.
I went through hell, she wants to tell him. You had a bad six months. I had five years.
She doesn’t understand why you’d torture yourself if you had a choice.
BEST EVER! 'Condescending' is such a perfect word for how Wes deals with Fred during these episodes and I love that she picks up on it, on how he sees her. That there's a difference between Fred (the actual girl) and Fred (Wesley's dream). And then how she picks up on the way that Wesley clings to his misery, like he doesn't know what he would be without it.
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He’s been there, done that. For a long time all he was was that. And that’s her too. And they can still bust a gut laughing at stupid in-jokes, and polish off two tubs of popcorn at an action movie, and try to get hotel hide-and-seek to catch on. (Angel, Cordy, and Wes still aren’t going for it. Lorne’s on the fence.)
Hotel hide-and-seek?! I love you for putting this beautiful idea in my mind because it is exactly the kind of thing that Fred and Gunn would be all giggly and enthusiastic about while everyone else just kinda looked at them strangely. Also, I love that you include Gunn's reflections on his own times fighting for his life. It really shows that he and Fred have a lot in common.
And there’s another splinter off that string of thought, a tiny unignorable crack: Wesley will be pissed about his friend.
“He’s gonna kill us,” Lilah gasps to Cordelia, the ‘us’ twisting into an optimistic ‘you’ in her brain, and hell, it’s not like he’ll be able to blame her for being the one who lives (“I know,” says Cordelia) and who knows, maybe he’ll even be relieved, maybe this time he’ll realize that he
OH MY HEART! I am a puddle on the floor because it's so painful and awful and perfect and... Oh, Lilah!
Maybe she was stupid to fall into a love based on flimsy things like laughter and extra maple syrup and warm arms around you at night and butterflies in your stomach. She's usually more practical than that, and there's not much point in being starry-eyed during the apocalypse.
Okay, this part kills me because it's everything that Fred loved about Gunn and everything that got lost in the apocalypse-raining-fire-hell. And, just, sooo Fred.
This is her mouth on his, and it is not like he’d imagined; it’s realer, somehow, more unremarkably solid, not so different from kissing anyone else.
Oh, I think I love this part best. It's like he'd been dressing her up and expecting it to be big and triumphant and brilliant but it's just... a kiss, just like kissing anyone else.
He is convinced, for several seconds, that he cannot live without her. That he has forgotten how.
SO PERFECT I CAN'T EVEN
A little condescending – like it’s sweet how young she is, how quaint she and Charles were, how much she doesn’t know and couldn’t imagine. Fred wonders what she looks like through his eyes.
I went through hell, she wants to tell him. You had a bad six months. I had five years.
She doesn’t understand why you’d torture yourself if you had a choice.
BEST EVER! 'Condescending' is such a perfect word for how Wes deals with Fred during these episodes and I love that she picks up on it, on how he sees her. That there's a difference between Fred (the actual girl) and Fred (Wesley's dream). And then how she picks up on the way that Wesley clings to his misery, like he doesn't know what he would be without it.
All of it... so perfect.