That’s how the tears began.
They rolled down her cheeks in mercurial waves, tinted silver by the ethereal moonlight, and splashed into her hair. Her image in the white glow shook, trembling beneath continuous onslaught of the moon’s rays.
This prose is a beautiful shade of the most velvety lilac. *is amused*
But really, if one ignores the occasional spot of purple prose, typos, and OOCness, it's a pretty good fic.
Edit: In an unrelated note, Idina Menzel's "All of the Above" is stripper-ific. I love it! *grin*
Son of edit: I find quite a lot to be funny at one o'clock in the morning.