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slashthedrabble challenge #6 - Sight
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slashthedrabble Jan. 1st, 2005 10:25 pm)
darkhavens.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Jan. 1st, 2005 10:25 pm)Author: darkhavens
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG
Email: darkhavens@slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
The One Who Sees
Losing an eye brought everything into focus. Freaky, but that's the way life goes when you're living on a Hellmouth.
Before, he'd been denial guy. Straight as an arrow, no matter what Larry said. Or Carl, in Oxnard. Or Anya. Or those guys in that club in L.A. last year...
He'd been blind until Caleb's thumb had given him sight.
Before everything had gone hazy, he'd seen Spike, all rage and fury, for him. And the first thing he'd seen when he came round in hospital was Spike, blue eyes glistening with tears he'd never shed. And hope. And love.
Seeing Is Believing
Buffy had been oblivious to everything but the pressure of leadership. She'd interrupted a hot and heavy make-out session in the basement and assumed that Spike and Xander were simply training together or fixing stuff.
In the end, it was Andrew who opened her eyes, him and his video diary. She'd come in through the back of the kitchen and found him staring, hypnotised by the playback screen. Silently, she'd crept up behind him, ready to ream him out for spying on whomever he'd been shadowing today. And then she'd seen...
Spike. Xander. Shirtless.
Lips. Hands. Grinding.
She felt stupid.
A Sight For Sore Eyes
Back from Africa, grateful for Andrew's inability to lie.
Braced for unconcern, cold dispassion, casual disregard.
Willing to plead with Angel for just one glimpse of what he thought he'd lost forever.
Unprepared for the wave of emotion that nearly breaks him there, outside the door, knowing that Spike is completely unaware of his return.
Trembling fingers comb roughly through thick locks, toying with the reality of the patch. On? Off? Sanitised cover-up or naked brutal honesty?
The door opens in the middle of indecision, loose strap dangling from his hand.
"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes, luv."
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Pimping "The Colour, Sound, and Random Object Spander Ficathon.".
Signups are open until Saturday January 15th, and fic is due seven weeks after that, on Saturday March 5th, which, quite coincidentally is my birthday. Clever, eh? ;o)
The ficathon is open to all, including those without LJs, so pimp it wherever you can!
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG
Email: darkhavens@slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
The One Who Sees
Losing an eye brought everything into focus. Freaky, but that's the way life goes when you're living on a Hellmouth.
Before, he'd been denial guy. Straight as an arrow, no matter what Larry said. Or Carl, in Oxnard. Or Anya. Or those guys in that club in L.A. last year...
He'd been blind until Caleb's thumb had given him sight.
Before everything had gone hazy, he'd seen Spike, all rage and fury, for him. And the first thing he'd seen when he came round in hospital was Spike, blue eyes glistening with tears he'd never shed. And hope. And love.
Seeing Is Believing
Buffy had been oblivious to everything but the pressure of leadership. She'd interrupted a hot and heavy make-out session in the basement and assumed that Spike and Xander were simply training together or fixing stuff.
In the end, it was Andrew who opened her eyes, him and his video diary. She'd come in through the back of the kitchen and found him staring, hypnotised by the playback screen. Silently, she'd crept up behind him, ready to ream him out for spying on whomever he'd been shadowing today. And then she'd seen...
Spike. Xander. Shirtless.
Lips. Hands. Grinding.
She felt stupid.
A Sight For Sore Eyes
Back from Africa, grateful for Andrew's inability to lie.
Braced for unconcern, cold dispassion, casual disregard.
Willing to plead with Angel for just one glimpse of what he thought he'd lost forever.
Unprepared for the wave of emotion that nearly breaks him there, outside the door, knowing that Spike is completely unaware of his return.
Trembling fingers comb roughly through thick locks, toying with the reality of the patch. On? Off? Sanitised cover-up or naked brutal honesty?
The door opens in the middle of indecision, loose strap dangling from his hand.
"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes, luv."
~~~~~
Pimping "The Colour, Sound, and Random Object Spander Ficathon.".
Signups are open until Saturday January 15th, and fic is due seven weeks after that, on Saturday March 5th, which, quite coincidentally is my birthday. Clever, eh? ;o)
The ficathon is open to all, including those without LJs, so pimp it wherever you can!
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All yuor drabbles always leave me wanting to read more of the lovely Spandery goodness you create.
*hugs*
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I do love creating the Spandery goodness. ;o)
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Before everything had gone hazy, he'd seen Spike, all rage and fury, for him. And the first thing he'd seen when he came round in the hospital was Spike, blue eyes glistening he'd never shed. And hope. And love.
If I ever wanted to put something in my signature line as a story quote, that's it. LOVED it. Loved them all. This is going in my memories.
~Nebula
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And memories? Yay!
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*bounce*
I like.
:)
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With a prompy like 'Sight' I just had to finally write about one-eyed Xander. *g*
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Lips. Hands. Grinding.
*goes to happy place* Mmmmmmmmmmmm. *purrs* *grin*
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Thanks!
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once again.. beautifully done sweetie!
Spike. Xander. Shirtless.
Lips. Hands. Grinding.
She felt stupid.
duh. I mean.. *really* Buffy ;)
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*smooch* Fankoo!
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Sometimes short is better. Depends how the muse is feeling. ;o)
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And that's pretty much why I've never tried it before. ;o)
Thank you! *smooch*
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I could just see Andrew sitting there, eyes glazed, wishing it was him - with either of them! *G*
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Oh, me too, even if it takes them a while. ;o)
Thanks!
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What a superb first line to set up the rest. Which makes it my favourite. Except for the second, with oblivious Buffy. And the third, which is so melty. Not choosing; not gonna make me. *g*
What can I say about your drabbles that I haven't said before? Dammit, I knew I should have asked for a thesaurus for Christmas.
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I absolutely love the first one! But then I also love the second and the third ones. *g*
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I was completely without inspiration until 3 hours to deadline. I swear my muse does it on purpose somethimes. *g*
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*L* Gee, I bet Andrew WAS riveted.
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And yes, I thinbk that tape would definitely be one of Andrew's favourites. But I bet he'd have trouble deciding which one he'd rather imagine was with. *g*
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This is how canon shoulda been.
And poor Andy!
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And Andrew has his tape to treasure and watch again and again. Not so bad. ;o)
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