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Wrote a drabble while waiting for the SO to wake up yesterday. I don't like it enough to post it to my website, so I'll bung it here. Spoilers for "Chosen".
Doomed
He sits on his cot, turning the amulet over and over in his hands. It's butt-ugly, still. And the longer he looks at it the more he feels a leaden weight in his belly and a kind of numbness in his limbs, like he won't be seeing the day after next.
When Buffy comes down, she pauses at the foot of the stairs, as if she might say something different this time. But he doesn't get his hopes up and, sure enough, she's all business as soon as she speaks. She stands there, her skin luminous, running through the plan for the umpteenth time as if his role were more complicated than "Wear fashion accessory and fight."
There will be blood in a cooler afterwards, she tells him, and he'll need to lie low while they drive to medical care. He humours her, repeating back what she's said as if he needs to know it. He makes some small joke that she smiles at, and for a moment she looks a little less tired. She gives him a hug, her face pressed to his chest so he can't make out her expression. Then she goes back upstairs to brief the rest of her troops.
He hopes she'll miss him a little.
Doomed
He sits on his cot, turning the amulet over and over in his hands. It's butt-ugly, still. And the longer he looks at it the more he feels a leaden weight in his belly and a kind of numbness in his limbs, like he won't be seeing the day after next.
When Buffy comes down, she pauses at the foot of the stairs, as if she might say something different this time. But he doesn't get his hopes up and, sure enough, she's all business as soon as she speaks. She stands there, her skin luminous, running through the plan for the umpteenth time as if his role were more complicated than "Wear fashion accessory and fight."
There will be blood in a cooler afterwards, she tells him, and he'll need to lie low while they drive to medical care. He humours her, repeating back what she's said as if he needs to know it. He makes some small joke that she smiles at, and for a moment she looks a little less tired. She gives him a hug, her face pressed to his chest so he can't make out her expression. Then she goes back upstairs to brief the rest of her troops.
He hopes she'll miss him a little.
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Date: 2003-12-28 10:02 pm (UTC);)
Deepa D.
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Date: 2003-12-29 11:42 pm (UTC)Will it be really snotty and bitchy if I say "i wish more people would write spuffy like this"?
I don't think so. Myself, I'd like to believe in a happy post-S7 ending but I don't seem to be built that way. Strange.
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Date: 2003-12-29 11:04 am (UTC)I know you said you don't like it enough to post on your site, but I'd love to post it on mine, if you're interested. If not, no worries.
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Date: 2003-12-30 12:00 am (UTC)I wrote some more drabbles today, which I'll post to LJ in a moment. You might be interested in the one which involves Spike, "Early Days." If so, feel free to take it too.
Now that I have written more than one drabble I might find room for them at my site, but under a different heading from my completed stories.
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Date: 2003-12-30 12:08 am (UTC)http://www.allaboutspike.com/fic.html?id=944
Just let me know if you'd like me to change anything.
I've currently got it listed as "Not Rated" but if you'd like me to add a rating just let me know.
Thanks!
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Date: 2003-12-30 01:14 am (UTC)It's rated G.
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Date: 2003-12-30 12:50 pm (UTC)Rating updated.
I enjoyed your other drabbles, too. Thanks for posting them.
I'd love to archive "Early Days." Do you have a summary you'd like me to list it with?
Thanks again. :)
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Date: 2003-12-30 02:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-02 06:35 am (UTC)http://www.allaboutspike.com/fic.html?id=945
Thanks!