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21 June 2008 @ 02:35 pm
Ats - "A Simple Choice" - PG13 (Cordelia/Eve)  

Title: A Simple Choice
Author: [info]dreamincolor
Genre: Angst/Romance
Fandom:
Ats
Pairing: Cordelia/Eve, mentions Cordelia/Angel
Rating: PG13
Setting: Season 5 Episode 15, 'Your Welcome'
Summary: Cordelia has twenty minutes to live, and Eve makes her an offer.
Disclaimer: Joss wins.
Word Count: 4050
A/N: Written for 
[info]good__evil's Love is Everywhere Fest.

Beta'd by
: The fantastic [info]wehavedental, who really helped me whip this sucker into shape, and [info]runs_w_skissors, the grammatical goddess.

A/N: Also, the lovely banner is by [info]selene2. Thank you darling! 
 

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”I’ll only be a moment.” The words left Cordelia in a kind of choked exhale, and at Angel’s expression she forced a smile and cleared her throat, repeating the phrase with as much reassurance as she could muster. She must have been convincing, and maybe she should have been an actress after all, because it only took a few more warm words and a second later he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.

She'd been trailing after Angel towards his office, just for a moment, just long enough for him to get his coat, before they met the rest of the gang for a celebration drink. Both of them had been all victorious smiles and affectionate brushes. They’d saved the day; they’d cracked the books and beat the baddy, and it was just like old times.

Just like old times, before she’d been possessed and had watched her body do things that would haunt her forever. Before she’d gone comatose. Before she’d died.

They’d moved out of the hall and into the conference room that linked to Angel’s office. The vampire had already stepped past the threshold into the other room, into the office, when he paused. She hadn’t followed, so he turned those big, dark eyes on her, deep with worry in that way that made her knees want to buckle, and her hands want to pet down that stupid, spiky hair of his in soothing strokes until he knew everything was going to be okay. Made her want to tell him that she was going to take care of him now, tell him that she was never going to leave.

Cordelia Chase was a lot of things, but liar wasn’t one of them.

So she could only tell him to go on, and to lose the frown, Tiger, because she'd only be a moment. The corners of his lips twitched up in a little smile, and then the door was clicking shut behind him, and leaving her alone with the background noise of people passing in the hall.

In his absence the room suddenly felt extraordinarily large, and empty. Her eyes wandered the walls absently, and she found a painting of a large, picturesque, snow-covered castle. A faint smile curved the corners of her lips, and she was reminded keenly of a long forgotten image, a picture of a castle from one of her childhood story books.

When Cordelia was younger; her favorite story had been Cinderella. Of course, she laughed at the whole concept now, but she’d spent a good portion of her life harboring the hope that someone strong and handsome would carry her off into the sunset to someplace far away. Far from the hellmouth she had grown up on, far from the absent parents and the IRS, and far the demons that had picked off a good third of her graduating class. She had wanted someone to sweep her off her feet and rescue her, wanted someone to save her from everything.

She had looked for that someone, she’d looked hard. In fact, she’d looked so very hard that she’d found nearly a fourth of the varsity football team, around a fifth of the varsity cheer squad, a vampire slayer’s cheating side-kick, and a man who got her six months pregnant overnight. And the best part was, it was only when she called it quits and stopped looking that the prince charmings started falling into her lap. Though of course, to verify the theory that her love life was the universe’s big joke, both of them wound up being dead – the first in the more traditional, actually-no-longer-on-this-plane-because-I’m-a-stupid-Irish-man-and-sacrificed-my-life-for-you, sense, and one in the look-out-I-bite sense. 

Either way, this whole getting swept of her feet thing was probably only happening if the janitor accidentally tripped her with the broom - especially now that she only had, presuming The-Powers-That-Screw-You were keeping a tight schedule, around another twenty minutes to live.


Twenty minutes. Some fairytale she lived in.

She looked down at her hands, long, polished nails glinting in the light, and flexed her fingers, realizing with a frown that this could very well be the last time she was corporeal. A second later she was pressing the very tips of her fingertips to the glass wall in front of her, eyes on the view of the city streets below the Wolfram and Hart LA branch. All the people looked so very small from far away, like ants. Slowly she pressed her palms down into the glass, and the surface was smooth and cool, and reminded keenly of perfectly pale, icy skin; skin like she’d felt when Angel had walked through the hospital door and held her, their cheeks brushing for one, perfect second - a second where she could almost forget about the body on the bed behind her. 


In a way, she’d gotten her fairytale after all. She’d been pulled from a body that was going nowhere, and gotten to walk through the world she wanted; but only until the clock struck twelve. Until her glass slippers faded away and her carriage became a pumpkin, and her tall, dark and handsome prince would be left with empty arms, wondering why his princess had been replaced with a phone call from the hospital, asking him whether she would have wanted a traditional burial or cremation.

"I like the shoes.” A voice from the hall doorway behind her rung out, light and female, and Cordelia spun on her heel to find Eve standing behind her, lips in a little frown. "Think they've got Versace in the afterlife? Cause, I kind of doubt it."

Cordelia’s hand found its place on her hip, rolling her eyes as she turned back to the window. ”Haven’t you taken enough abuse for one day? Because I’ve gotta tell ya, I think me handing your boyfriend over to his demonic, royally pissed off ex-bosses and dragging you around by your earlobe is more than your share. Not really fair of you to hog my aggression when there are so many other deserving subjects.” She gestured absently towards several other, presumably evil Wolfram and Hart employee’s whose heels clicked as they passed by the room, Cordelia’s gaze moving back down to catch on the different colored specs that moved like ants on the street, twelve stories below.

"The senior Partners have told me a lot about you, Cordelia.” Lilah-Junior was next to her now, looking out the window, her slim, manicured hands folded mildly behind her. Cordelia hated lawyers, because they had near-permanent poker faces, because their voices were annoyingly even, and because what she needed was some peace and quiet. Not a devil talking in her ear. “I know what's waiting for you in Angel’s office."

Cordelia answered dryly, "A Lamborghini?"

"Hardly."

"How about a vacation for two?"

The other woman’s head cocked, eyebrows raised and voice flat, "Death." 

"Technically,” Cordelia flexed her fingers again absently, “I’m already dead.” Though for a temporary reflection of her real body; the skin she wore now was incredibly convincing. Everything felt perfectly normal, perfectly healthy; almost as if she had never died at all. “But if the Senior Partners know so much about what's coming for me, then you already knew that."

There was a pause, then Eve’s voice was back, close to her ear. "You don't have to be." 

And Cordelia couldn’t help it, her eyes widened and she was staring now, staring at Eve’s lips as she continued, slender arms folded over a blouse that made the most of a small bust. "Your soul is still on this plane. We can harness it, give you a new body – or, well..” Cordelia was blinking now, because either it was her imagination, or the other woman had just given her the up-down, ”your old one restored, anyway. No point in downgrading."

The other woman’s gaze locked with hers, eyes big and green and surprisingly bright from all the light that poured in through the clear wall; and if Cordelia hadn’t known better, she might have thought the other woman’s furrowed brow was sign of sympathy. Cordelia folded her arms over her chest, lifting an eyebrow pointedly. ”And let me guess, all I have to pay is the small fee of my eternal soul? Or maybe, ten virgin sacrifices?"


Eve wasn’t looking at her anymore, she’d moved across the room to meet a man that stepped in through the open hall-door, only long enough to hand Eve a paper and pen, before darting back out. Eve closed the door behind him, moving to lean against a desk several feet away, eyes moving over the paper in her hand as she answered absently, "No, nothing like that.” She was uncapping the pen now, the tip of it lingering someplace near the bottom of the page as she added with a glance, “Although if you don't believe me, I'm sure your friends would be happy to help you read over the fine print."

"Senior Partners give you your name, Eve?” Cordelia’s lips were a thin line, trying hard to purge her expression of curiosity. “Seems too fitting to be coincidence. Don't have an apple on your person, do you?"


”No,” The pen in Eve’s hand made a brief scratching noise as she trailed it over the page, before dropping it without ceremony, and crossing the room on long, shapely legs. “I’ve something much better."

Eve held out the paper, out of reach, but just near enough that Cordelia could clearly make out the words, ‘Employment Contract’ at the top. Instantly Cordelia’s eyes narrowed and she took a step back, hands jerking as if to shove it away. "If you think for one second that I'm signing that little death-trap-"


"It's not for you." The smaller woman’s fingers tapped at the bottom of the page, where a signature already sat on top of the dotted line, the still-wet ink slanting across the contract in tiny, unreadable cursive. "It's mine, accepting my new job as your personal assistant."

"So this is what, your last ditch effort to not get beheaded by your bosses for teaming up with that tattooed boy-toy of yours? What kind of hell do you think he’s in, anyway?” Cordelia’s arms folded back over her chest, leaning her shoulders against the glass wall behind her. “Think the Senior Partners will give him his own, personalized hell, or it will be something generic? My vote is on a big pit of fire. Classic."

Eve was folding up her own contract neatly, tucking it away into her back pocket. "Think about this for a second, Cordelia.” Those green eyes were on her again, unwavering, and the other woman’s tone was soft like understanding, “For starters, you won't die - kind of enough reason in and of itself - but on top of that you'll have access to all of Wolfram and Hart's resources." Then the eyes in front of her were blinking one too many times, almost as if the dark lashes were being fluttered in her direction purposefully, and Cordelia couldn’t help but wonder if Eve counted as a resource.  “That means everything you need to go shoe shopping or to save the world, it's really up to you." 

Cordelia couldn’t help but let her eyes wander down to her wrist, even as she felt Eve watch her. Watch her checking the time, watch the panic flash in her eyes as she registered: fifteen minutes.

"If you're offering me a job, I'd like to remind you that I have one.” Cordelia slid her wrist behind her back, out of view. “I'm contracted with The Powers; you know, seer for the forces of good and all. I'm pretty sure that kind of thing doesn't mesh with pushing papers at Evil Incorporated."

"A job with The Powers that you didn't volunteer for,” She had hardly finished her sentence when Eve’s tone struck up again, low and serious. “And what have they done for you? Rewarded your service -years of visions that literally tore your brain apart- by letting you be possessed by something truly evil? By letting your body rot in a coma until you died?" Eve suddenly felt very close to her, close enough that Cordelia was suddenly very aware of her own breathing, and the breathing of the woman in front of her as Eve spoke, her tone a low, ardent whisper. "You call us evil, but who do you think are the bad guys here? The Powers that have every intention of letting you walk through that door for one last kiss before shipping your soul off and out of the way, out of their way because they're done toying with you? Who are letting you die when they have every bit of power to restore your body?" Cordelia only had a second to wonder if Eve knew how the visions were passed, if she’d put two and two together, before the other woman’s hand drew her attention elsewhere, fingertips touching up the outside of her forearm only for a second; the stroke brief enough that Cordelia didn’t have time to object, but gently enough, warmly enough that the touch felt like empathy, and seemed to linger. "Haven't you given enough for them, enough that you deserve the last years of your life?" 

"Last years of my life?” Cordelia turned her head away, eyes fixed on the office doorway, “Now you're just making me sound old." Then her eyes were closing, staring at the back of her eyelids, staring into the black. "It's not about what I deserve." If it was, there really would be a Lamborghini on the other side of that door, filled with purses and shoes every color of the rainbow and one hell of a chocolate cake. If it were about what she deserved, she would get a fucking parade. 

"You may feel like you're going to die a heroic martyr here, Cordelia, but what will it achieve?" She opened her eyes to see Eve gesturing out the window, indicating the people in the street below, "It's not going to help any one of them, your death. Not having you around to play hero like you did today isn't going to make their lives any better. In fact I'm willing to bet that they'll be worse off without you.” The other woman’s face was solemn, eyes narrowed in concentration as the movement on the street below held her gaze. “How many people do you think you've saved? How many more do you think you could save?" It only took a second of Eve’s eyes on hers for Cordelia’s gaze to shift back down to the street, shift away as the other woman kept talking, hands gesturing emphatically at her side. "Clearly it's not fair to you, killing you off after they screw you over –literally-” Cordelia flinched at the memory. Connor who she’d held as a baby, who was like her kid. “..and it's not fair to your friends. You saw with your own eyes today how much they need this. How much they need you.” Then Eve’s voice was another octave lower, softer. “How much he needs you."

Cordelia’s gaze jerked up, catching first on Eve, light brow furrowed and pink lips in a solemn line, and then the office door behind her, the seer’s voice leaving her with much more emotion than she had intended, "Angel-"

"Can handle himself?” Eve was shaking her head, “Oh, yeah. That's why you and me and everyone else here can tell he's struggling just to get up in the morning. He doesn't understand the good he's doing by being here, he doesn't see. People like Angel need to see the blood and the tears, needs to come home bruised and battered to know that he's doing good, that he’s helping; but people like you and I.." There was the soft brush of fingertips on her arm again, and then Eve‘s eyes had caught hers, holding her gaze, "We can see beyond that." Eve tilted her head back down to look over the street below them, and Cordelia’s eyes followed, watching the specks move about their lives, oblivious. "Those 50 people down there, what if there was a fire in the building across the way, and it started to collapse, started to crumble on top of those people down in the street?"

Cordelia paused for a moment, then reflexively re-folded her arms. "Then chances are, some Wolfram and Hart lackeys set it on fire."

"Angel Investigations could never save them all.” Eve pressed on, unabashed, “You, your friends, and Angel, you couldn't save them all, not all at once.” Then those long, prettily manicured hands were gesturing to the walls around them, Eve’s subtly painted eyes deep with frustration, as if she were struggling to get across a simple concept. “But here, you could. You can save exponentially as many lives, even you can't deny that."

The seer’s eyes moved to the office doorway, voice flat. "And you want me to help Angel see that."

"Because it's true."

"Since when do you people give a rat’s ass about what's true?" She’d been aiming for angry, but the words left her in more of a frustrated sigh.

"Since we're under new management.” There was a light, quiet knock at the hall door, and Eve continued speaking as she crossed the room, hips swaying rhythmically with each step. “Your big, heroic hunk of a boyfriend owns this place Cordelia, it's his.” Another paper passed through the doorway into Eve’s hands, and then the door swung shut again, leaving only the noise of Eve’s heels, clicking as she moved back across the room. “It's mindless for him to continue treating this place like something he's fighting against, when this entire company is his tool."

Cordelia’s eyes caught on the word ‘contract’ on the top of the new paper Eve held, and her arms folded more firmly over her chest, nails digging into her own arms. "Angel’s tool? Oh yeah, and the Senior Partners-"

"Haven't done a thing to interfere yet, have they?" There was an increasingly quiet, intimate tone to Eve’s voice, "Look, Angel and your friends..they're in it for the long haul. Their contracts are already signed, they've already changed this company into something it's never been before, into something completely new.” Eve was gesturing to Angel’s office door, and Cordelia’s eyes followed. “They're invested in this place, don't you think they could do a better job with you here?" 

And Cordelia couldn’t help it, her arms were unfolding and she was looking at her wrist again, frown deepening. Ten minutes.

"This can keep you here with him, to help him here on earth - as friend or love, that's completely up to you; you know the risks. We’d never get in the way of that.” There was tentative pause, where Eve set the unsigned contract and pen down on the table beside them, within view and reach. “I'm just here to help you if you need it, if you need help with..anything.." Eve’s eyes were on her again, and her face was tilting up closer to Cordelia’s as she spoke, and the more she heard the other woman’s voice the more Cordelia realized just how sultry Eve’s voice was - feminine, low, and smooth like velvet. "We both know that having you here would help him, help give him the support he needs." Cordelia’s breath hitched at the feel Eve’s hand brushing up the side of her hip, fingertips slipping horizontally to trace along the exposed skin between the belt of her pants and the end of her blouse, "But Angel alone might not be enough to, well.." Dark lashes fluttered, the corners of Eve’s lips twitching up in a smile, "He isn't exactly able to help you with all the things that you might..need." Then Eve’s body was pushing in even closer to hers, their figures pressing together as the smaller woman pushed Cordelia back gently against the glass wall. Slender arms on either side of Cordelia trapped her as hips pressed in against hers, Eve’s fingers moving to trail in one smooth stroke up the outsides of her arms. "I am." Eve's face tilted up, and instinctively Cordelia's face tilted down to meet her's, nearly closing the small gap between them. Eve's words came in a hot breath against Cordelia’s lips, a shiver rolling down the length of her body, magnifying the warm sensitivity building between her legs. 

And for the second time tonight, Cordelia was drowned in the realization that she was never going to feel anything again; that her skin would never shudder under someone else's touch like it was then, and that her eyes would never again slide shut, mind’s eye full of what Eve was offering, of what could be. The other woman’s fingers moved to draw Cordelia’s hand up against her, up and over the arch of a slender stomach to cup a small breast through thin layers of fabric, Eve’s fingers resting encouragingly over Cordelia’s, holding her hand in place. Eve’s lips were brushing hers, brushing them in a tempting shadow of a kiss as her voice left her in a whisper, "The Powers That Be aren’t looking out for you, Cordelia.” Then the other woman was pulling away, eyes flickering open to catch on hers, but body leaning back far enough that Eve could lift the contract from the table, and hold it out to her. “And they're not looking out for Angel. If you know anything about their plan for him and for your friends, you know that.” 

Instinctively Cordelia reached forward, fingertips brushing over the back of Eve’s hand as the paper passed between them. For a moment their eyes lingered, locked and silent, and then Cordelia’s gaze was moving over the page. Phrases like ‘captured soul’ and ‘restored body’ lept out at her, Eve’s voice a quiet whisper at her side. “This is a simple choice, Cordelia.” Soft fingertips reached up to trail down her jaw line, then down the side of her neck in a coaxing stroke. “You're not a stupid woman."

For a moment she could feel the other woman’s breath on her collar bone, Eve’s slim, soft body near against her side, and Cordelia’s own eyes slipping shut. Then, "No.” In one smooth motion, Cordelia ripped the paper straight down the middle, dropping the remaining halves to the floor unceremoniously. "You're right. I'm not." Her heart was pounding in her chest and she could see Eve’s eyes light up with alarm as she spoke, “The choice between encouraging Angel to keep on compromising everything that he is, everything that we've all worked for, that some of us have died for-" Her voice cracked, the image of an Irish smile in her mind’s eye. "Between that, and helping the man I love see what is wrong with this place. That the senior partners are playing him,” She brushed past Eve, her heels puncturing the torn paper on the floor as she walked over it, "that this place is not his tool, that he is its tool, that this whole thing is a lie-

”You’re going to die,” there was a desperate strain to Eve’s voice now, one that was much more genuine than anything Cordelia had heard out of her yet, and she couldn’t help but wonder what it was the Senior Partners had threatened her with, and how steep the price was for failure. “You’re going to die for the Powers That Be, Cordelia, and you can’t even trust them, you’ve seen that for yourself.” 

Cordelia crossed the room, eyes never leaving the office door. Her hand closed around the doorknob in front of her, knuckles white. “It’s not them that I'm trusting.” She’d had enough of Cinderella stories, and enough of waiting to be saved. Her prince had slipped the track, and it was up to her to get him back on it. She trusted him to take it from there. “Everybody dies, Eve.” Her gaze moved down to her wrist for a split second, registering: five minutes. It would be enough. “Some of us just get to say goodbye.”

She took a deep breath, and the door swung shut behind her.
  
 
 
 
   
   
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Nominated at round ten of the Fang Fetish Awards for Best Rare Femslash Pairing, and Best Angst or Dark.


Nominated at round five of the Serenity on the Hellmouth Awards for Best Cordelia Fic and Best Eve Fic.

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Nominated at round two of the Indigo Crypt Awards for the Spotlight, Camera, Action Award (Best Rare Character Fic)
  
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Nominated at round six of the Rogue Poet Awards for Best Slash

Absence of Light Awards
Nominated at round one of the Absence of Light Awards for Best Angst - Slash and Best Angst - Short
 

 
 
 
Miss Firecracker: BA The world is crashing downx_spikeaholic_x on June 22nd, 2008 01:02 am (UTC)
I have no idea what possessed me to read this, but I'm glad I did. You did a great job with all this, it was really believable. Poor Cordy though, she would take the hard road.
writing 'bout big damn heroes: Angel Cordy - standingdreamincolor on June 22nd, 2008 01:26 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad that you were possessed to read it, and even more so that you enjoyed it.

Thanks again. :)
The Anti-OTPsnowpuppies on June 22nd, 2008 02:18 am (UTC)
FANTASTIC.

Your Eve voice is spot-on. Slick and seductive and everything you've ever wanted to hear, and so very convincing...

And Cordy. Oh, Cordy. Was just perfect. Ripping the paper, seeing through Eve's bullshit - completely IC with the woman Cordy was meant to grow into.

And the seduction...wonderfully done, love. Very sexy.

Oh! And the way Cordy sees Angel... He's the hero, and we so often see him swinging his sword and skewering the demons, strong and uncompromising...the warrior. And through Cordy's eyes, you've shown us his vulnerable side. *sniffle*

Well done, honey!
writing 'bout big damn heroes: Angel Cordy - standingdreamincolor on June 22nd, 2008 08:42 am (UTC)
FANTASTIC.

-licks you all over-


Your Eve voice is spot-on.

I'm so glad! I've never written Eve before but it was a lot of fun, creating an argument for why Cordy outta stick around. -sniff- Just like I wanted her to..


And Cordy. Oh, Cordy. Was just perfect..completely IC with the woman Cordy was meant to grow into.

-squash- Thank you hunny! I wanted to make her human enough to be tempted, but have her heroic streak come out in the end. I'm glad the combo seemed Cordy-esque to you.


And the seduction...wonderfully done, love. Very sexy.

-blushes-


Oh! And the way Cordy sees Angel...you've shown us his vulnerable side. *sniffle*

I always loved the Cordy Angel interaction, they were suck dorks around one another. Funny, snarky, cuddly dorks.


Well done, honey!

Thank you! -smooches- You're such a doll.
The Anti-OTPsnowpuppies on June 22nd, 2008 02:20 am (UTC)
One small thing:

"She gestured absently towards several other, presumably evil Wolfram and Hart employee’s who’s heels clicked as they passed by the room, "

"who's" should be "whose"

*smooch*
writing 'bout big damn heroes: Angel Cordy - standingdreamincolor on June 22nd, 2008 08:43 am (UTC)
Ooo..good catch. Thanks darlin! -smooch-
Heather: Queen Cajzkitten69 on June 22nd, 2008 09:48 am (UTC)
Okay, that made me cry. Mentions of Doyle tend to do that, not to mention my absolute and utter love for Cordelia, which drove me to read this, even though I normally stay away from slash and femslash. But it was so good! I love the way you portrayed Cordy. I think about what she could have been thinking during her last moments a lot (I write fanfic too, and I deal with that time period a lot because I can't help but fix certain things...) and I think you were dead-on, no pun intended. Very enjoyable.
writing 'bout big damn heroes: Angel Cordy - standingdreamincolor on June 22nd, 2008 01:19 pm (UTC)
Okay, that made me cry.

I'm glad! Er, well, not that you're crying, but that it evoked some emotion n'..oh, you know what I mean. -hands you a tissue-


Mentions of Doyle tend to do that, not to mention my absolute and utter love for Cordelia

Yeah, talk of Doyle definitely gives me the sniffles, and I do love that Cordy.


I deal with that time period a lot because I can't help but fix certain things

I definitely understand that. This is the only fic I've written that is pre her death, but I've written two featuring Cordelia in the afterlife - one with Doyle that might tickle your fancy - just because her death was so bloody terrible..I had to throw in some afterlife antics to smooth it out!


I normally stay away from slash and femslash. But it was so good!

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it, even if it wasn't your norm.

Thanks again for the kind words. :D
Michelle: SOTHA - Cordy1scratchingpost1 on June 22nd, 2008 02:14 pm (UTC)
You have been nominated at the Serenity on the Hellmouth Awards
Your story or fanart has been nominated at the Serenity on the Hellmouth Awards round 5. If you would like the story (or fanart) to be nominated, please let me know. Information on the nomination can be found here: http://community.livejournal.com/sothawards/6494.html

I will not list it without a reply from you.

Also, please check the username and URL listed and let me know if I need to make any changes.

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writing 'bout big damn heroes: Angel Cordy - standingdreamincolor on June 24th, 2008 06:19 am (UTC)
Re: You have been nominated at the Serenity on the Hellmouth Awards
Yippie! Thanks for letting me know, I definitely accept! :D

The username and URL listed are perfect. No changes needed.

I emailed you as well, just in case.

Thanks again!
selene2: evilpetselene2 on June 22nd, 2008 03:11 pm (UTC)
Oh! I see that you have been nommed for an award site! And if it hadn't already I definitely would have nommed it. *grins*

This was extremely powerful and moving glimpse into Cordy's last moments. *sniffles* I absolutely loved it.

Eve was a trillion times more seductive in this fic than she was on the show. lol. Seriously, super seductive job offer. *fans self*

I almost feel sorry for Eve, the panic that set in when she realized that Cordy was not falling for the bait? *shivers*

Really wonderful, wonderful work. Thank you so much for sharing this.

*hugs tight*
writing 'bout big damn heroes: Angel Cordy - standingdreamincolor on June 23rd, 2008 04:17 pm (UTC)
Oh! I see that you have been nommed for an award site!

Eey, I'm so excited. I've never been nommed before.


And if it hadn't already I definitely would have nommed it. *grins*

Aw, shucks. You're such a sweetie! -hugs tight-


This was extremely powerful and moving glimpse into Cordy's last moments. *sniffles* I absolutely loved it.

I'm so glad!


Seriously, super seductive job offer. *fans self*

Teehee, I'm glad you thought so. Eve is quite the sexy lady, goodness knows I don't think I would have been able to resist!


I almost feel sorry for Eve.

Definitely. I remember that in the series shortly after 'Your Welcome,' they came and took away her immortality, and the poor gal just looked so desperate. So, I couldn't resist throwing in a bit of foreshadowing to that.. -pets Eve-


Really wonderful, wonderful work. Thank you so much for sharing this.

My pleasure! Thanks so much for staring the 'Love is Everywhere Fest,' it was such a nifty idea, and I know it really inspired me to write something I never would have otherwise.

Thanks again darling! -huggle squishes-




The Mezzaninedeird1 on June 22nd, 2008 09:58 pm (UTC)
That... was... stunning.

Cordelia Chase was a lot of things, but liar wasn’t one of them.
Excellent line.

Loved the description of Cordelia's boyfriends - particularly this:
a vampire slayer’s cheating side-kick
and this:
in the look-out-I-bite sense

but only until the clock struck twelve
Lovely metaphor.

I liked Cordelia thinking about her current body, knowing that it wasn't actually the real one, but still finding it sort of realish.

Loved Eve continually fetching bits of paper...

“How many people do you think you've saved? How many more do you think you could save?"
This had the same sort of tone as Spike in Dead Things and Faith in Consequences - I liked the parallel between all their mindsets.

"Then chances are, some Wolfram and Hart lackeys set it on fire."
Wonderfully Cordyish.

I loved how Eve came so CLOSE to kissing Cordelia, and never quite did. Perfect seduction style.

And I loved getting to see her desperate.

“Everybody dies, Eve. Some of us just get to say goodbye.”
This was beautiful - and made a perfect ending for the story.

You know, Eve was so very persuasive - up until Cordy ripped the paper, I had no idea if she'd accept the offer or not...


Well done!
*adds to mems*
writing 'bout big damn heroes: Angel Cordy - standingdreamincolor on June 24th, 2008 06:08 am (UTC)
That... was... stunning.

-blush- You're too sweet.


Loved Eve continually fetching bits of paper...

I'm so glad. I wanted to keep movement during their conversation, to keep the scene from being dull, and I was hoping that Eve strolling around wouldn't be too distracting.


This had the same sort of tone as Spike in Dead Things and Faith in Consequences - I liked the parallel between all their mindsets.

It did, didn't it? I never did think of that..but now that you point it out, it does sound just like Spike and Faith. I remember that conversation in Dead Things, I thought it was very convincing.. -is clearly susceptible to gray area evil-


I loved how Eve came so CLOSE to kissing Cordelia, and never quite did. Perfect seduction style.

I'm so glad it worked. I wanted there to be some sparks, without them ripping one anothers clothes off. (Though of course, it's not like I'd ever be opposed to their clothes coming off..)


You know, Eve was so very persuasive - up until Cordy ripped the paper, I had no idea if she'd accept the offer or not...

You know, truth be told, neither did I! I didn't write in the last bit with the ripping until I had finished the whole first part, so I tottered on which way she should go for a while. I'm glad Eve's persuasiveness came through.


Well done! *adds to mems*

Aw, shucks. Thank you so much darling! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
runs_w_skissorsruns_w_skissors on June 25th, 2008 12:38 am (UTC)
Very kewl fic. Only five minutes left? *snif*.
writing 'bout big damn heroes: Angel Cordy - standingdreamincolor on June 25th, 2008 02:32 am (UTC)
Thankies! N' I know, poor Cordy. -sniffles-
lena7623: Giles 7lena7623 on June 30th, 2008 09:49 pm (UTC)
Poor Cordelia, having to make a choice like that. Of course, she chose the right one, being a hero and all, but it's still such a sad read. Good job.
writing 'bout big damn heroes: Angel Cordy - standingdreamincolor on July 1st, 2008 05:33 am (UTC)
Of course, she chose the right one, being a hero and all

Yeah..her death was so very sad in the series, but at least she got to see everyone again, and go out with a bang.

Good job.

Thank you!
draconindraconin on October 1st, 2008 03:41 am (UTC)
A well deserved award. What a temptation!
writing 'bout big damn heroes: Cordy - herodreamincolor on October 4th, 2008 04:01 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! :D
Leanne: B//cordy//won't think twicecandylea on January 2nd, 2009 10:04 pm (UTC)
I love this, I definitely agree that you can't tell whether Cordy is going to take the deal throughout.

You wrote this brilliantly, Eve's persuasion tactics were spot on as was the desperation at the end.

And Cordy's snark was so true to form. Can never have too much Cordelia!
Well done.
writing 'bout big damn heroes: Cordy - herodreamincolor on January 4th, 2009 01:05 am (UTC)
I definitely agree that you can't tell whether Cordy is going to take the deal throughout.

I'm glad! Definitely what I was going for.

Thank you for your lovely comment! I'm happy to hear you thought they were true to form. And I'd have to agree, there's no such thing as too much Cordy. ;)

Thanks again!