He may possibly have called her ‘Freddy-Weddy’; he was trying hard to blot it out.
“We’ll be very good and quiet.” Oh hell, Wesley had pronounced it ‘kwy-et’. Before he could stop himself, Spike looked down. The big blue eyes of unbearable cuteness gazed up at him. Argh, and there was the tufty hair too. And the little fingers clinging onto his coat. Okay, this was tough – really tough – but he could get through it. Just as long as Gunn stayed where he was….
Gunn came over to him and stood next to Wesley, gazing up at Spike out of big brown eyes of equally unbearable cuteness. When he rubbed his eyes, sleepily, he left a dab of blue paint on his nose, while all the while being dressed in a miniature Armani suit. The cuteness was so overpowering that Spike almost fell over. Gunn said pleadingly: “If you stay with us, we could make demons out of balloons and then hit them with axes and they would go bang.”
Spike made himself think about wearing that amulet, about standing there bouncing sunbeams onto Turok-Han, feeling himself beginning to smoke, then smoulder, then fry. A guy had to have resolve to do something like that. He had to have backbone.
He made the mistake of looking back at the last minute, to find them all with their paint-spattered little hands pressed against the glass, looking at him woefully. Fluffy puppies in a pet shop window could only try to look that much in need of rescuing.
Uttering an inarticulate cry of pain, Spike turned and ran for the lift as if all the hounds of hell were after him.
This whole scene is a gem. The kids are superlatively adorable and Spike's reactions are spot-on.
“Oh!” She clapped her hands to her mouth in realization. “You are behaving like grown-ups! You’re acting just like Uncle Spike and Uncle Angel!” This is so, so great.
“I like you best of anyone, too,” Wesley said shyly. He blinked hard. “Well, you and Angel. I like you both the same.” Aww, this is so Wesley - before the mindwipe was reversed, anyway.
The Angel and Lorne scene in this chapter is the best ever. Plus Lorne POV!
if they would stop making squirrel noises for the love of all that was unholy - ahahaha!
Good job including subtle but distinctive characteristics of a Fred POV, and capturing the easily-distracted quality of a small child, too.
Wesley and Gunn were just standing there looking silly, although nice, too, because she liked the way Wesley’s hair stuck up, and how cute he looked without his glasses, and how smart Gunn looked even with the blue paint on his shirt.
Then Wesley ran back and picked up a piece of chalk, holding it up and saying: “In case we have to go into any mazes – we can draw arrows to find out way back.
I love this. They're all so smart and in character as themselves-become-children.
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Date: 2007-10-06 08:41 am (UTC)“We’ll be very good and quiet.” Oh hell, Wesley had pronounced it ‘kwy-et’. Before he could stop himself, Spike looked down. The big blue eyes of unbearable cuteness gazed up at him. Argh, and there was the tufty hair too. And the little fingers clinging onto his coat. Okay, this was tough – really tough – but he could get through it. Just as long as Gunn stayed where he was….
Gunn came over to him and stood next to Wesley, gazing up at Spike out of big brown eyes of equally unbearable cuteness. When he rubbed his eyes, sleepily, he left a dab of blue paint on his nose, while all the while being dressed in a miniature Armani suit. The cuteness was so overpowering that Spike almost fell over. Gunn said pleadingly: “If you stay with us, we could make demons out of balloons and then hit them with axes and they would go bang.”
Spike made himself think about wearing that amulet, about standing there bouncing sunbeams onto Turok-Han, feeling himself beginning to smoke, then smoulder, then fry. A guy had to have resolve to do something like that. He had to have backbone.
He made the mistake of looking back at the last minute, to find them all with their paint-spattered little hands pressed against the glass, looking at him woefully. Fluffy puppies in a pet shop window could only try to look that much in need of rescuing.
Uttering an inarticulate cry of pain, Spike turned and ran for the lift as if all the hounds of hell were after him.
This whole scene is a gem. The kids are superlatively adorable and Spike's reactions are spot-on.
“Oh!” She clapped her hands to her mouth in realization. “You are behaving like grown-ups! You’re acting just like Uncle Spike and Uncle Angel!” This is so, so great.
“I like you best of anyone, too,” Wesley said shyly. He blinked hard. “Well, you and Angel. I like you both the same.” Aww, this is so Wesley - before the mindwipe was reversed, anyway.
The Angel and Lorne scene in this chapter is the best ever. Plus Lorne POV!
if they would stop making squirrel noises for the love of all that was unholy - ahahaha!
Good job including subtle but distinctive characteristics of a Fred POV, and capturing the easily-distracted quality of a small child, too.
Wesley and Gunn were just standing there looking silly, although nice, too, because she liked the way Wesley’s hair stuck up, and how cute he looked without his glasses, and how smart Gunn looked even with the blue paint on his shirt.
Then Wesley ran back and picked up a piece of chalk, holding it up and saying: “In case we have to go into any mazes – we can draw arrows to find out way back.
I love this. They're all so smart and in character as themselves-become-children.