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Fairytale Drabbles
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vanilla_tiger's Brothers Grimm title challenge:
Death's Messengers
She had this speech down. Ancient mystical line of warriors, strength to fight the vampires and the forces of darkness (Giles's contribution), with great power comes great responsibility (Andrew's).
Buffy could give the Talk in her sleep. Some days, after another round of jetlag and airline food, she felt like she was.
The hundred and thirty-second girl she visited kept her head bowed, and when she finally looked up she had tears in her eyes.
"Am I going to die?" she whispered, her English lilting, accented, and Buffy suddenly had no words left.
Eve's Various Children
She nearly, almost, tells Lindsey about screwing Angel at Halloween. She likes imagining anger and jealousy flashing across his face, his grip digging into her arms as she spills the details. The solid bulk of him pressed against her; the skin that was cool, but not the icy cold she'd expected; the rug burns that stopped her from wearing a skirt for days, and that Lindsey never noticed.
She's nowhere near naïve enough to think that it'd be her he'd be jealous over. Eve's nothing if not pragmatic, and it seems to her like it'd be a lot simpler if Lindsey would admit he wants to fuck Angel, not fight him. The same thing goes for the little pissing contest between Angel and Spike.
Men. They're such children.
The Two Brothers
Kid's angry that his dad sent him away. Spike gets that. He sweet-talks bits and pieces of the story out of Harm and ends up with the grapevine's version of events. He's surprised, for about five seconds, that Angel'd take that all on his own shoulders, leave himself the only one remembering, but then he realizes that of course he would. This is Angel. It's just not fun as brooding if there are other people joining in.
So this is his - what, his uncle? Great-uncle? Baby brother? God only knows with their family tree. He smirks, raking amused eyes over the skinny scrap of a boy. His mother's eyes and his father's glower, and when he glances up to catch Spike looking, a danger in his expression that he could have inherited from anyone in their line.
Life might just be about to get a bit more interesting around the office.
The Glass Coffin
The cuts on her hands are healed, the fingernails grown back. Giles is here and she has talked to Angel and everyone thinks they saved her from hell.
She walks. She shops. She smiles on the outside. She works out ways to pay the bills.
She's still in the coffin, only now it's made of glass that she marks with bloody fingerprints, and her friends can see her but they can't hear her screaming.
vanilla_tiger's Brothers Grimm title challenge:Death's Messengers
She had this speech down. Ancient mystical line of warriors, strength to fight the vampires and the forces of darkness (Giles's contribution), with great power comes great responsibility (Andrew's).
Buffy could give the Talk in her sleep. Some days, after another round of jetlag and airline food, she felt like she was.
The hundred and thirty-second girl she visited kept her head bowed, and when she finally looked up she had tears in her eyes.
"Am I going to die?" she whispered, her English lilting, accented, and Buffy suddenly had no words left.
Eve's Various Children
She nearly, almost, tells Lindsey about screwing Angel at Halloween. She likes imagining anger and jealousy flashing across his face, his grip digging into her arms as she spills the details. The solid bulk of him pressed against her; the skin that was cool, but not the icy cold she'd expected; the rug burns that stopped her from wearing a skirt for days, and that Lindsey never noticed.
She's nowhere near naïve enough to think that it'd be her he'd be jealous over. Eve's nothing if not pragmatic, and it seems to her like it'd be a lot simpler if Lindsey would admit he wants to fuck Angel, not fight him. The same thing goes for the little pissing contest between Angel and Spike.
Men. They're such children.
The Two Brothers
Kid's angry that his dad sent him away. Spike gets that. He sweet-talks bits and pieces of the story out of Harm and ends up with the grapevine's version of events. He's surprised, for about five seconds, that Angel'd take that all on his own shoulders, leave himself the only one remembering, but then he realizes that of course he would. This is Angel. It's just not fun as brooding if there are other people joining in.
So this is his - what, his uncle? Great-uncle? Baby brother? God only knows with their family tree. He smirks, raking amused eyes over the skinny scrap of a boy. His mother's eyes and his father's glower, and when he glances up to catch Spike looking, a danger in his expression that he could have inherited from anyone in their line.
Life might just be about to get a bit more interesting around the office.
The Glass Coffin
The cuts on her hands are healed, the fingernails grown back. Giles is here and she has talked to Angel and everyone thinks they saved her from hell.
She walks. She shops. She smiles on the outside. She works out ways to pay the bills.
She's still in the coffin, only now it's made of glass that she marks with bloody fingerprints, and her friends can see her but they can't hear her screaming.
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The first, heartwrenching... the second, wry and dry and IMHO, very true... the third, intriguing... the fourth, giving me shivers.
Wonderful, all of them!
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I also like the "Am I gonna die?" one.