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killerweasel.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble May. 27th, 2005 12:56 am)Here are 5 drabbles for this week's theme.
They all feature Angel and Lindsey.
Feedback is always a groovy thing.
“You haven’t done this before, have you?”
“Why do you say that?”
“You’re holding it the wrong way, Lindsey. Give it here.”
“I was just testing you to make sure that you knew how to use one of these.”
“Sure you were.”
“Okay wiseass, if you’re the expert on this, show me.”
“See? Just hold it like this and then you push this button here.”
“What the fuck? Is it supposed to be doing that?”
“This is just the beginning. Check out what happens if I twist the knob.”
“If you think I’ll use it now, you’re sadly mistaken.”
“Spoilsport.”
--
“You really want me to sing with you?”
“Of course I do. If we don’t sing together, how is Lorne going to figure out what the future holds for us?”
“Um... I’ve been told that I sing like a dying yak in heat.”
“You can’t be that bad.”
“Maybe I can just hum while you sing. That should work.”
“He said that we needed to do a duet. Look, I’ll be right there with you. But if you’re too scared...”
“I’m not scared.”
“You pick the song then.”
“I already have one in mind. How about ‘We’ve Only Just Begun’?”
--
“Wait a second here. You’ve never seen any of the Star Wars movies?”
“I’m just not a movie person. Besides, they charge more for the shows that start after dark.”
“Angel, these movies have been around since the seventies. They’ve been released on video and DVD, not to mention shown on television numerous times.”
“It’s just a bunch of people in space. Who cares?”
“Take it back right now or I’m going to seriously kick your ass.”
“What’s your problem, Lindsey? I don’t see what the big deal is.”
“It’s time for a movie marathon. We’ll start with the originals.”
--
“Wake up Lindsey, you’re having a nightmare.”
I sat up with a gasp, rubbing my chest. My nails had dug into the flesh while I slept, leaving gashes. I saw his nose wrinkle at the scent of blood.
Do I want to tell him that I was back with the Wrath? That the guy was taking his sweet time carving my heart out of my chest with a dull, rusty knife? “You should have left me there, Angel. I needed to pay for my sins. That was just the beginning.”
“No one deserves to suffer like that, not even you.”
--
It started off small, the way things always do. But soon I found myself going out of my way to piss him off. See how far I could push before he pushed back. I would say something and watch the little flash of anger that would cross his face just before I found myself slammed up against a wall or grabbed by the throat.
When you play games, someone has to win. This isn’t tee-ball where all the participants get a fucking trophy. You have a winner and a loser. I plan on coming out on top. I always win.
They all feature Angel and Lindsey.
Feedback is always a groovy thing.
“You haven’t done this before, have you?”
“Why do you say that?”
“You’re holding it the wrong way, Lindsey. Give it here.”
“I was just testing you to make sure that you knew how to use one of these.”
“Sure you were.”
“Okay wiseass, if you’re the expert on this, show me.”
“See? Just hold it like this and then you push this button here.”
“What the fuck? Is it supposed to be doing that?”
“This is just the beginning. Check out what happens if I twist the knob.”
“If you think I’ll use it now, you’re sadly mistaken.”
“Spoilsport.”
--
“You really want me to sing with you?”
“Of course I do. If we don’t sing together, how is Lorne going to figure out what the future holds for us?”
“Um... I’ve been told that I sing like a dying yak in heat.”
“You can’t be that bad.”
“Maybe I can just hum while you sing. That should work.”
“He said that we needed to do a duet. Look, I’ll be right there with you. But if you’re too scared...”
“I’m not scared.”
“You pick the song then.”
“I already have one in mind. How about ‘We’ve Only Just Begun’?”
--
“Wait a second here. You’ve never seen any of the Star Wars movies?”
“I’m just not a movie person. Besides, they charge more for the shows that start after dark.”
“Angel, these movies have been around since the seventies. They’ve been released on video and DVD, not to mention shown on television numerous times.”
“It’s just a bunch of people in space. Who cares?”
“Take it back right now or I’m going to seriously kick your ass.”
“What’s your problem, Lindsey? I don’t see what the big deal is.”
“It’s time for a movie marathon. We’ll start with the originals.”
--
“Wake up Lindsey, you’re having a nightmare.”
I sat up with a gasp, rubbing my chest. My nails had dug into the flesh while I slept, leaving gashes. I saw his nose wrinkle at the scent of blood.
Do I want to tell him that I was back with the Wrath? That the guy was taking his sweet time carving my heart out of my chest with a dull, rusty knife? “You should have left me there, Angel. I needed to pay for my sins. That was just the beginning.”
“No one deserves to suffer like that, not even you.”
--
It started off small, the way things always do. But soon I found myself going out of my way to piss him off. See how far I could push before he pushed back. I would say something and watch the little flash of anger that would cross his face just before I found myself slammed up against a wall or grabbed by the throat.
When you play games, someone has to win. This isn’t tee-ball where all the participants get a fucking trophy. You have a winner and a loser. I plan on coming out on top. I always win.
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