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doyleIf you signed up for the drabblethon, your assignment should be here. Fics should go in the comments to this post, with the person you're writing for in the subject line. If the requester hasn't named any character or pairing, you can do any that take your fancy.
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lafemmedarla is writing Post-apocalypse, enhanced werewolf senses for doyle_sb4 - done!nicole_anell is writing post-Chosen, "You're sending me where?!?" for southernbangel - done!moosesal is writing Angel standing by a window. Naked. for lafemmedarla - done!marginalia is writing "Tara, do you really think this is a good idea?" for feverishbm - done!lyrajane is writing There is nothing more uncommon than common sense for niuserre - done!violethamster is writing One of the (unnamed) new Slayers, and how she's dealing forinyron - done!estepheia is writing riley & buffy (pairing or friendship) --five years post-Chosen for beautifulstarscatlove is writingI make my bed with the stars above my head and dream of a place called home (using whole phrase is optional, but some part should appear) for _shewalks - done!![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif){kind=small}
obsessedmuch is writing There is never a good time to tell me you're dating a zombie for lakesterblueswan9 is writing Any scene, seasons 1-3, significantly altered by Dawn's presence for greensilver - done!marguerite_26 is writing Unresolved sexual tension for moireach - done!beautifulstars is writing how Drusilla made out at Woodstock for nicole_anellshebit is writing Andrew, oven mitts, any Andrew slash pairing for chicken_cemjedi_penguin is writing Buffy/Lindsey for goddess_loki - done!_shewalks is writing oz/xander post-chosen for marginalia - done!cornerofmadness is writing laundry for essene - done!moireach is writing Spike & Ethan - Initiative memories for estepheiachicken_cem is writing Buffy/Oz trampolines for dodyskinedgechick816 is writing You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on for netgirl_y2k - done!dodyskin is writing I saw thru the bleary window, A mass of playthings for blueswan9stars91 is writing Xander, five years after the finale. for obsessedmuch - done!szandara is writing Somone discovers Cordy is alive. Why? How? for nightchikinyron is writing Pre-BTVS S. 1, Willow sharing a kiss with either Jesse or Xander for aaronlisa - done!not_sally is writing Snyder's one true love for marguerite_26 - done!greensilver is writing friendship for bashipforever - done!essene is writing Willow/Riley, Season 4, Romantic for tinpanalley - done!callmesandy is writing Oz and the economy of tulipsfor glossing - done!goddess_loki is writing Connor's reactions post Not Fade Away for cornerofmadness - done!wisdomeagle is writing monkverse, Dawn in "Nightmares" for jedi_penguin - done!lakester is writing footballfor dlgood - done!netgirl_y2k is writing Protect me from what I want for catlove - done!nightchik is writing You can't teach an old dog new tricks for lyrajanekatemonkey is writing 'Still, it's not like every day was dark clouds and pain, right?' for callmesandy - done!bashipforever is writing Angel/Willow - Alone at last for stars91 - done!_shewalks is writing Giles gives Xander an unexpected hug for willshenilshe - done!frostthepie is writing Set just after William (Spike) was turned for gwyddfid - done!glossing is writing Post-NFA, Xander and Gunn meet and talk for cadence_ksouthernbangel is writing Pink Angora Sweater for shebit - done!doyle_sb4 is writing floating for aircrash - done!aircrash is writing Giles. Xander. An error in judgment (Giles', preferably) for mireille719 - done!niuserre is writing Oz with pistachio ice cream for moosesalphendog is writing Sleeping with ghosts for katemonkey - done!dlgood is writing B/A, concert parking lot, daisies for edgechick816 - done!tinpanalley is writing Crossword puzzle for marenfic - done!aaronlisa is writing Buffy/Connor for llaras - done!gwyddfid is writing Holtz in the Wishverse for doyle_sb4 - done!bestpossibility is writing Buffy and Cordelia unexpectedly find common ground for szandaradoyle_sb4 is writing 2 things that never happened to cordelia chase for wisdomeagle - done!willshenilshe is writing Riley is turned into a girl for gilkurtiscrimsonlady is writing Spike/Angel, in postapocalyptic LA for violethamster - done!goddess_loki is writing Ride back to the office after the opening flamethrower scene in A Whole In The World. Fred, Wesley, Angel, Spike for tastylilgifty - done!tastylilgifty is writing How is life in the no shrimp universe? for not_sallyllaras is writing From the St. Crispin's Speech: "We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me, Shall be my brother" (use however you like...fine not to actually use the words) for phendog - done!cadence_k is writing Drusilla - 1977 New York for crimsonlady - done!gilkurtis is writing copycat killers for goddess_lokimarenfic is writing superstar-verse for _shewalks - done!dawnie1970 is writing Buffy/Dawn Sisterly spat - without Buffy's slayer issues coming into it. forfrostthepiemireille719 is writing compromising position with love interest for dawnie1970 - done!You have 24 hours, so this will close at 7:00pm GMT tomorrow (more or less). Drabbles should be 100 words, but going a bit over's perfectly fine. Have fun!
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For doyle_sb4
on 2005-04-20 03:19 am (UTC)INFO: Holtz is a bit of an expert when it comes to inter-dimensional travel. (Inspiration comes from the movie The One wherein the lead baddie moves through dimensions killing every incarnation of himself in order to gain power, ‘cos that’s how sad I am ;P)
PROMPT: Holtz in the Wishverse
"Then we have an agreement?"
"Long as I get my money."
She’s different.
In this world he sees only hardness in her, that, and the means to an end. At one time, before That Night, when holding his child was not a distant, aching memory, before endless retributions hadn't soured his soul, his heart might have saddened at how this world has broken her. But he feels merely cool detachment, now.
And purpose.
"He’s caged up; weak. Should make things pretty simple. I’ll get you in, but then you’re on your own."
"Thankyou, young lady."
"Name’s Buffy."
"I know." Turning, he walks off purposefully. "We’ve met."
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on 2005-04-20 11:07 am (UTC)Re: For doyle_sb4
Posted bymarginalia
on 2005-04-20 03:27 am (UTC)Title: No Place Like Home
Prompt: oz/xander post-chosen
The memories still haunt Xander. He remembers the blood and how it felt to not know. He tries to forget, tries to drown his sorrows in his work, but the eye patch won’t let him. It’s a constant reminder of all the friends and innocence he had lost and will never get back.
Several somewhat yellow brick, sand, stone, and dirt roads later, he finds Oz. And it’s like he’s found a piece of himself that he had never realized had been lost. The hurt, loneliness – they all fade away when they’re together.
There really is no place like home.
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on 2005-05-08 06:21 pm (UTC)Re: marginalia
Posted bywillshenilshe
on 2005-04-20 03:55 am (UTC)Title: Security
Prompt:Giles gives Xander an unexpected hug
Two hours after limping across town, a stake clutched in his hand, Xander slumps into the library. He knows he was a walking blood bag in the streets, but anything would be better than sticking around for more of his father’s idea of a fun Friday night.
He’s so intent on not falling into a lump on the floor that he doesn’t here Giles behind him until the Watcher’s arms are around him, half holding him up, half embracing him.
The security the embrace brings is unexpected, but welcome.
The stake clatters to the floor, forgotten, as Xander finally relaxes.
Re: willshenilshe
on 2005-12-29 05:02 am (UTC)This is so tender and the implications of the possibility for more. I don't ship them at all, but this shows me how it could be a thing.
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Posted byszandara
on 2005-04-20 03:56 am (UTC)Buffy clapped her hand over the brunette's mouth. "Flap your jaws another time, all right? I want to see this." They both leaned over the edge of the counter. "Actually," Buffy took her hand away. "What exactly arewe watching?"
Cordelia snorted. Quietly. "From where I'm kneeling, it seems to me Giles is boinking someone over some books."
"Oh, bloody hell!" Giles froze.
"No! Bollocks! Wanker!" a familiar voice whined. "Whatever you Brits say! Keep going! Fuck me!"
Giles cleared his throat. "Xander, I really think we'd better stop for now."
for feverishbm
on 2005-04-20 04:47 am (UTC)When he says, "Tara, do you really think this is a good idea?" she thinks she's never heard him say so many words at once. She knows Willow never said so few. Caution is a rare thing she must capture once found.
The question has cost him, admitting the fear, and this realization calms her. She is grounded in the tone of his voice when he speaks her name, the solid manner in which he watches her, waiting. His fingers are laced tight around the mug, and when she tugs one hand free he relaxes, allows her, and answers himself.
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on 2005-04-20 03:16 pm (UTC)I haven't ready any buffyverse in a very long time....
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on 2005-04-20 04:52 am (UTC)"Great. Me with the short straw. I get that I flunked foreign languages but-" narrowing her eyes – "this is 'cause I called it the Big Scooby Eurotrip, isn’t it?"
"Or perhaps you're needed there." She understood the needed was nice, but still couldn't get past the there.
Another voice offered, "Could be worse. I hear they have good high schools."
"Cupcake, you're makin' an effort, but who says I want to go back to high school?"
Robin smiled. "I didn't mean for you."
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on 2005-04-20 05:37 am (UTC)Re: for southernbangel
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on 2005-04-20 05:39 am (UTC)Prompt: "You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on>"
Set in between Redefinition and Blood Money. I totally went over a 100 words, lol.
“I can’t believe I let you guys get me drunk.”
“It’s not my fault, you were knocking ‘em all on your own,” Gunn said.
She managed to lift her head off the table and glare at him. “If you two had been in the unemployment line, like normal people, then I wouldn’t have gotten drunk in the first place!” she shrieked, then winced as the pain throbbed through her head.
“Well, if it makes you feel better,” Wes said, “Back at school, we used to say, ‘you’re not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on,’ and since were upright for most of the night...” he trailed off.
Wes and Gunn both grinned at the bewildered, hung over expression on Cordy’s face.
Cordelia groaned, “What am I going to do with you two?”
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Posted bySleeping With Ghosts
on 2005-04-20 05:55 am (UTC)Prompt: “Sleeping with Ghosts”
A/N: Post “Not-Fade Away”
“You were dreaming again,” Illyria commented, sitting calmly in the chair as Angel let the room adjust itself and his conscious brain reassert its awareness. He was covered in clammy sweat—the only kind his body produced—and he had to remind himself that he didn’t need to breathe in order to stop panting.
The light was harsh in the low budget motel room and Angel groaned as he realized he was fully dressed and lying on top of the bedspread. To avoid looking at the other in the room, he rolled over and sat up to find himself face to face with his collection, spread out on the bed. This was what he must have been looking at when he dozed off.
Memories—a pair of glasses, a beat up stuffed rabbit, a pocketknife, a baseball cap, a lighter, a personalized coffee mug with a chip in the handle, an outlandish tie, a bottle of peroxide, a videotape made long ago, and so many other bits and pieces gathered from various sites when he and Illyria had returned one last time to the wreckage of L.A. Each item revealed a little its previous owner. Most precious of all to Angel were the photographs, reminding him, lest he forget the faces of the ghosts that haunted him now. Wesley, Gunn, Spike, Fred, Cordelia, Doyle…even Lindsey and Lilah were represented somehow. Lorne and Connor held a place too. Not dead, but still forever lost to him, Connor by Angel’s choice, and Lorne by his own.
“These…items,” Illyria asked, careful to avoid calling them ‘rubbish’ as she had done in the past, “why keep them if they are of no use and cause such pain?”
He looked at her, catching for a second the glimpse of yet another ghost before his eyes once again glanced away. For the same reason I keep you, Angel thought to himself.
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Posted byFor moireach
on 2005-04-20 01:55 pm (UTC)Title: Fated
Notes: Unresolved Sexual Tension for
Their bodies tingled with energy, glistened with sex.
They were meant for this, not some other lame ass calling.
They’d been dancing for hours: pumping together, grinding with the music, hand in hand, backs arched, nipples grazing.
ugh.
Today, finally, the pretty blond princess had melted like a sundae on a sizzling August afternoon. Busting up that nest had been a blast, but this… God, this was scorching.
And Faith liked it hot.
The horde of guys was still gathering around, gawking like fools.
But they didn’t stand a chance.
Buffy was all hers tonight. Nothing was coming between them.
Re: For moireach
on 2005-04-22 01:05 am (UTC)Sorry, wonky HTML
on 2005-04-20 02:40 pm (UTC)Author:
Setting: Buffy S6
Assignment: For
If Buffy's friends had any common sense, they would notice that something was wrong. Notice how often she drifted away from everyone, the time she spent alone, curled on her bed, her joyless patrolling. Notice that she never smiled. Notice Spike's hands creeping toward her, his knowing, owning glances. It would be obvious, even if her rote words denied the truth in her eyes and actions.
They didn't. Refused to. Jabbered away at her as if everything was fine, as she fell apart inside.
In her dreams, Joyce strokes her hair, tells her nothing is as uncommon as common sense.
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on 2005-04-20 03:06 pm (UTC)bashipforever
on 2005-04-20 03:14 pm (UTC)Prompt: friendship
Specs: Futurefic, post-"Not Fade Away"; Angel, Buffy, Willow. Not 100 words, but in the spirit of writing to a limit I trimmed back until I was at an even 200. *g*
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Smoke curls up from the tip of a hand-rolled cigarette, expanding into a grainy white haze whenever lights flash on the dance floor. The tip cuts glowing lines through the ether as the smoker talks, punctuating her words with exaggerated hand gestures that remind him a little bit of Dru; perhaps she's a prophet on the make, or perhaps she’s simply had too much to drink. He's completely distracted by it, and for a moment he forgets where he is and who he’s with and just watches, silently bemused.
Then Buffy jabs an elbow into his side, and time and place reassert themselves. He steals an olive from her martini and flicks it into his mouth, deliberately leaning across her to talk to Willow.
"So, any hotties on the dance floor tonight?"
The words sound absolutely ridiculous coming from him, awkward and contrived, and they have the intended effect. Willow’s laughter carries over the music, and Buffy shakes with suppressed amusement.
He leans back, just far enough to slouch a bit on his barstool without totally relinquishing Buffy's personal space. When he makes another attempt for an olive she smacks his hand away, Slayer reflexes winning out over vampire guile.
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on 2005-04-21 10:28 pm (UTC)Really do adore it.
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on 2005-04-20 03:34 pm (UTC)You're one of the lucky ones, the ones with a wonderful childhood. Good student, good girl – great relationship with your parents.
You can tell us anything, they tell you. Of course you believe them. Why wouldn't you?
But then you're studying in your room – well, mostly IM'ing your best friend, because things are unsettled and exciting now, and you need to talk – when your door opens, and your parents come in.
Two men walk past them, and push you down - they get the needle in your arm before you can overcome them.
Vampires aren't real, your parents tell you.
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Posted byFor aaronlisa
on 2005-04-20 04:39 pm (UTC)Lips to lips, open the mouth. Explore. “That was better,” Jesse said anxiously. “Don’t you think that was better?”
Afterwards, Jesse would talk glowingly of Cordelia. Willow knew he didn’t have a chance, but never mentioned it.
Willow thought, after a while, that she might tell Jesse she didn’t want to practice anymore. But that day, after Xander came over, after they played a game and he won, he did this little dace, then bent down, and gave Willow’s smiling face a kiss on the cheek.
And the next day, Willow came to Jesse’s house a little bit early again.
Re: For aaronlisa
on 2005-04-21 11:50 pm (UTC)Thanks.
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on 2005-04-20 05:56 pm (UTC)Prompt: Angel standing by a window. Naked.
The glass felt cool against his skin, a welcome contrast from the heat of the fire behind him. He leaned into the window and his nipples hardened from the chill. Angel stared out at the light of the L.A. skyline, remembering rooftop moments with lovers and friends long gone. Doyle. Cordelia. Darla even.
He felt soft fingers at the curve of his ass, then a body flush with his own pressing him closer to the glass. He stared past the city lights as he took pleasure, sinking into it, letting the past fall away. No time for memories. Only now.
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on 2005-04-20 08:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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on 2005-04-20 06:17 pm (UTC)Title: Like Daises
Rating: PG?
Subject: Set just after William (Spike) was turned
Raising on his legs, William stood up to full height, feeling power course through his veins. In front of him stood Drusilla, meticulously sucking each finger clean.
“You’re a nummy treat.” she said moving toward him.
“What…what happened?”
“You’re all new again…just like the daises in the spring.”
William eyed Drusilla curiously. This girl was definitely strange.
“To right, pet.” Feeling his elongated teeth, William questioned further. “What the bleedin’ hell are these?”
“For eating.” She paused, motioning towards the crowd. “Them.”
William knew she was right. He could feel it.
With a glance back at the woman that had changed him forever, he crept out into the street. Seeing a waif like girl hurriedly walking across his view, he smiled.
I'm not really a fic writer, but I enjoyed doing this!
For greensilver
on 2005-04-20 06:40 pm (UTC)Request: Any scene, seasons 1-3, significantly altered by Dawn's presence.
Having a weirdo for your sister was bad, although it gave Dawn lots of blackmail material. Like now for example - that guy in her room! Dawn shoved the door open and snapped the camera - chaos ensued.
After the screaming ended, mystery-man was gone, and Buffy was crying. Dawn picked up the phone. Funny and kinda cute - he made her sister laugh, and that was way better than old and gloomy.
Dawn hoped by the time he figured out Buffy was a wacko, he'd be too in love to run away. Xander would be fun to have around.
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on 2005-04-22 12:33 am (UTC)Re: For greensilver
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on 2005-04-20 08:48 pm (UTC)TITLE: Blood Moon.
INFO: Angel/Nina.
PROMPT: Post-apocalypse, enhanced werewolf senses
Nina roams free on the full moon. The others work the other side of town and know to be careful if she strays. She’s learned to recognize them, as well as tell a human from a demon. She discovers a particular big nest one day, hears their plans to take on Angel the following morning. She spends the afternoon hiding nearby, taking in their escent, the humming of their blood. When night approaches, she sheds her clothes and breaks in.
The following morning, there’s fresh blood on the ice box and a few hours of blissful release in the arms of her vampire boyfriend.
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on 2005-04-21 07:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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on 2005-04-21 12:15 am (UTC)She felt him watching her. She felt…weird about it. He’d just been asking about Buffy. And now? Now she was jealous. He seemed so sweet. Big. But sweet. Large. But genuine. Tall. But man, his smile? Made her melt. She felt all warm and gooey inside just thinking about him. She looked at the Jalapeno snack in her hand, sighed and popped the rest in her mouth.
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on 2005-04-21 06:45 pm (UTC)Oh, I loved this!! Thank you very much!!
For estepheia.
on 2005-04-21 02:22 am (UTC)Even years later it will come back to him. The stink of the place – enforced order, a sickly kind of anti-magic, soldierboys with cold guns and rough hands.
They couldn’t figure him out; stripped and prodded and stayed baffled. He knew their solutions for the others – heard it, or heard about it. Brutal pseudo-biology for the straightforward demons, the pale shadow of electricity for vampires, disrupting their lovely, predictable barbarism.
What they didn’t understand was the two-sided coin, chaos and control breeding each other. Building inside him, ‘til the long-shadowed morning he walked free, naked old man crackling with whirlwinds.
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on 2005-04-21 05:17 pm (UTC)TITLE: Appetite for a Slayer
INFO: Set in some nebulous post-NFA time, I guess.
PROMPT: Buffy/Oz trampolines (My story only has one trampoline, not plural!)
When they were hurtling through backyards, this wasn't how Buffy expected it to end. One minute she was chasing two snarling werewolves, the next she was waking up naked on a trampoline, covered in scratches and two other naked sleeping people. There'd been a broken fence, flying kicks, landing on the trampoline, the tranq gun bouncing underneath. Trying to keep them from killing each other, getting literally squeezed between them. Nothing weirdly bestial happened then, but awake in human form, Oz and Nina hadn't lost their wolfish appetites, because something interesting was happening now, their arousal focused startlingly on her.
For Frostthepie :D
on 2005-04-21 09:08 pm (UTC)Dawn turned on the stairs. “Maybe.” she stated insolently.
“Hand it over, now.” Buffy ordered.
“No.” said Dawn, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Dawn.” Buffy’s warning tone.
Dawn flipped her long hair over her shoulder. “Can’t. Fashion police would arrest me. This sweater only looks good on tall people with big boobs, you don’t qualify.”
Dawn ran out of the house giggling as Buffy slammed the door shut. Who cares, Buffy thought, didn’t like that sweater anyway, and trounced off to use up all of Dawn’s expensive nail polish.
for goddess_loki / copycat killers
on 2005-04-22 05:59 am (UTC)FIC: What's the difference between imitation and homage?
Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Timeline: Season 3
Yeah, I dress like her. I talk like her. I even stole an outfit of hers that I like to go out nights in. But only when I know I’ll be alone. Just the vamps and me. They don’t stand a chance. Not when I’m her.
She’s so different from anyone I’ve ever known. But she’s like me. She’s The One. The Slayer. She kills and I kill and we kill together. Fuck, when we kill together…it’s like heaven. Getting to see her in action, to learn by her side. I can’t wait to really be her. I get naked and set her outfit on the floor. It’s leather, her favorite. Our favorite now.
"Five by five," I let it roll off my lips, it feels so unfamiliar. I wonder if this is what it tastes like in her mouth—our mouth.
I wonder if Joyce will miss Buffy.
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on 2005-04-23 02:23 am (UTC)Everyone brimming over with rose petals. Like wounds they are. And my sweet William tiptoeing through the grass like a tiger, bite-biting all the pretty things left lying around. They fall here and there, almost-blue beneath the moon --winking up at us. I wish they'd play something fast so that I could do a dance upon the bones. The music's all gone to sleep.
This one let me run my fingers through the blossoms of his insides. Tasted sour, he did. Gone all bad and now I see starbursts wherever I look. My William can see them too. His eyes have gone all black and saucy. The music's gone to sleep.
I saw this one before. Playing the guitar, he was. Hell fluttering up, soot-black demons rising like smoke from his fingertips as he bent over his instrument. He's sleeping. I want a taste. Imagine-- purple blood beneath that skin. Jealous William doesn't like that. He says its wrong to mess with genius. I just want a taste. Kiss the boys and make them cry. Before the music goes to sleep.
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on 2005-04-29 06:54 am (UTC)dodyskin is writing I saw thru the bleary window, A mass of playthings for [info]blueswan9
on 2005-04-24 10:44 am (UTC)I saw thru the bleary window/ A mass of playthings: False-faces hung on strings/
They're dead, he said. He bowed his head, stared down. He frowned, went on, 'They're gone,' he said, 'And I go on. And mourn the best I can.’
He sagged, he leaned against his sword, scraping a cross in crumbling brick.
The road was dark; stark lancing lights shone glisten on his cheeks. His grief another mask, an old keepsake, a hand-me-down, a childhood toy come rare and new desired.
He looked so tired. His deep voice caught, then rumbled on.
He said, 'They're dead. Goodbye’
Re: dodyskin is writing I saw thru the bleary window, A mass of playthings for [info]blueswan9
on 2005-04-26 12:59 am (UTC)*dances you*
*finally!*
on 2005-05-06 04:29 am (UTC)