And lie in silence to revere her while The green sings prayer.
The air is full of magic; Buffy feels The way it burns and scratches at her face.
The chemicals and blood that change the facts Of her position in this ugly world
“The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to – Rupert Giles and I Once read those words to understand this state.” Illyria looks up, her eyes awash With confluence of fear and misery. “But this abhors all comprehension, thought And logic fair.”
The air twists high and climbs towards unknown Infinity.
“But surely now you see the world has more Than hurt to give?”
“It does not give,” Illyria replies. “It takes, it seizes tears and hooks my heart.
she stands Inside a murder victim’s stolen corpse.
Er, yeah. I read it once and then had to do an immediate reread + frenzy of copying my favourite bits. Here they all are. Your imagery always nails me, whether you're writing poetry or prose. It's got a simultaneous starkness and richness that I don't know how you manage, but it's always unique and never too much. Reminds me of...Iceland? Where I've never been. >.>
What a remarkable subject. Illyria struggling to assimilate human sentiment is always interesting, but I'm struck by Buffy, here, equally displaced, but better able to use the tools at hand -- dispassion combined with the memory of emotion.
I love this loose Buffy & Illyria canon we're building. I'm starting to think we should officially call it a Thing, and write more, and make some art and stuff. *ponders*
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Date: 14/07/2010 01:28 (UTC)Er, yeah. I read it once and then had to do an immediate reread + frenzy of copying my favourite bits. Here they all are. Your imagery always nails me, whether you're writing poetry or prose. It's got a simultaneous starkness and richness that I don't know how you manage, but it's always unique and never too much. Reminds me of...Iceland? Where I've never been. >.>
What a remarkable subject. Illyria struggling to assimilate human sentiment is always interesting, but I'm struck by Buffy, here, equally displaced, but better able to use the tools at hand -- dispassion combined with the memory of emotion.
I love this loose Buffy & Illyria canon we're building. I'm starting to think we should officially call it a Thing, and write more, and make some art and stuff. *ponders*