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doyleI'm doing the icon/drabble meme a bit differently - drop a comment to this post with the icon you want a drabble for and I'll do my best to supply. I've been finding that writing these is good for the (frequent) sticky parts of the fic I'm in the middle of.
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gwynnega's.
It’s a peculiar sort of bias; Xander falling asleep over the books prompts a sigh, eyes rolled to the library ceiling as he wonders whether the pages will survive unmarked by drool. But when he emerges from his office to find Willow with her head pillowed on the Puarquisan Text, he spends a full minute just watching her sleep. She’s a beautiful young woman, he realizes, and is instantly ashamed of the somewhat abstract thought. She’s barely seventeen, after all.
She smiles, and stirs in her sleep. When she says Oz’s name, Giles is astonished at how much it stings.
"We're like mochas," Willow said, staring thoughtfully into her cup. "With the coffee. And the chocolate. And the putting two good things together and making one super-good thing."
Buffy raised her eyebrows, not quite seeing where this was going; it seemed like an Oz-type metaphor, but she didn't say that. Mentioning her new girlfriend's newly-ex boyfriend? Okay, so they were both still finding their way around the girl/girl thing, but that had to be of the bad.
"Am I the coffee?" she guessed. "Slayer power, kind of like the caffeine-y goodness? Ooh! And keeping you up all night." She smiled, pleased with herself for following the logic train.
"That makes me the chocolate," Willow moped. "I'm cocoa. I send people to sleep."
"But also deliciously addictive. And, hey." She started to look around, see if there was anyone nearby, and then she decided to hell with it. She'd saved the world. She could hold her girlfriend's hand in the middle of the Espresso Pump. "The only person you're allowed to send to sleep is me. Except you don't. And that was more romantic when it was inside my brain."
"It was plenty romantic." Willow squeezed her fingers. "Wanna hear my theory about Giles' tea?"
These are both icons of
gwynnega's.It’s a peculiar sort of bias; Xander falling asleep over the books prompts a sigh, eyes rolled to the library ceiling as he wonders whether the pages will survive unmarked by drool. But when he emerges from his office to find Willow with her head pillowed on the Puarquisan Text, he spends a full minute just watching her sleep. She’s a beautiful young woman, he realizes, and is instantly ashamed of the somewhat abstract thought. She’s barely seventeen, after all.
She smiles, and stirs in her sleep. When she says Oz’s name, Giles is astonished at how much it stings.
"We're like mochas," Willow said, staring thoughtfully into her cup. "With the coffee. And the chocolate. And the putting two good things together and making one super-good thing."
Buffy raised her eyebrows, not quite seeing where this was going; it seemed like an Oz-type metaphor, but she didn't say that. Mentioning her new girlfriend's newly-ex boyfriend? Okay, so they were both still finding their way around the girl/girl thing, but that had to be of the bad.
"Am I the coffee?" she guessed. "Slayer power, kind of like the caffeine-y goodness? Ooh! And keeping you up all night." She smiled, pleased with herself for following the logic train.
"That makes me the chocolate," Willow moped. "I'm cocoa. I send people to sleep."
"But also deliciously addictive. And, hey." She started to look around, see if there was anyone nearby, and then she decided to hell with it. She'd saved the world. She could hold her girlfriend's hand in the middle of the Espresso Pump. "The only person you're allowed to send to sleep is me. Except you don't. And that was more romantic when it was inside my brain."
"It was plenty romantic." Willow squeezed her fingers. "Wanna hear my theory about Giles' tea?"