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killerweasel.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Jun. 5th, 2005 11:05 am)Here are 5 drabbles for this week's theme.
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Angelus/?
Say the word and I’ll stop. I don’t know why you’re letting it go so far, you can’t win. Look at what a terrible mess you are. All tied up and twisted, barely breathing, but you’re still glaring at me. If I had a soul, those damn blue eyes of yours would be burning into it. Unless you say it, none of this is ever going to end. I’ve had a couple hundred years to practice; I can keep this up for a very long time. Maybe I should just leave you here. No one will come to your rescue.
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Angel/Lindsey
He was going to drive out of my life, and I couldn’t let him go without doing something first. We’d both felt it, but hadn’t acted. Maybe it was because of the two worlds we lived in, maybe it was what he did for a living, or maybe it had all been because of what she turned us into.
I watch him put his things away and then move. Push him up against the side of the truck, can hear his heart rate speed up as my lips meet his. We should have done this sooner, now it’s too late.
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Lindsey/Lorne
Lorne’s not going to just leave me here, is he? Can’t he tell that I’m not quite gone yet? ‘Good night, folks.’ A guy who I thought was my friend, someone I’d shared things with that no one else ever knew, he shoots me in cold blood, and all I get is a ‘good night’?
He’d done what I hadn’t thought was possible. Should have known it was a trap, but this was a demon I trusted with my heart and soul. Guess Wolfram and Hart managed to taint him too. You always hurt the ones you love.
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Lindsey/Lee
“Don’t look at this as an ending, it’s a new beginning.”
I blinked at him a couple of times. “Lee, we’re both dead and in one of Wolfram and Hart’s hells. How can you be so damn relaxed about this?”
“Because I’ve been dead a lot longer than you have, and you’ll get used to it. Time moves differently down here. The wounds never heal, but at least you still exist.”
No, the wounds didn’t heal. My own were aching like crazy. “Lindsey, why don’t we pick up where we left off?”
A smile crossed my lips. “Sure, why not.”
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Lindsey/Angel
“How can we be out of whiskey again? I just bought a new bottle last night.”
“Bambi was on one of the cable channels this morning. You know what that movie does to me. They shot his mom!”
“So you tried to drown the sorrows brought on by a cartoon by drinking my entire bottle?”
“Half of the bottle, but the next movie they had was Old Yeller, so I ended up finishing the whole thing off.”
“You really have to start watching things with happy endings. The kind where no one dies and they all live happily ever after.”
Feedback is always groovy.
Angelus/?
Say the word and I’ll stop. I don’t know why you’re letting it go so far, you can’t win. Look at what a terrible mess you are. All tied up and twisted, barely breathing, but you’re still glaring at me. If I had a soul, those damn blue eyes of yours would be burning into it. Unless you say it, none of this is ever going to end. I’ve had a couple hundred years to practice; I can keep this up for a very long time. Maybe I should just leave you here. No one will come to your rescue.
---
Angel/Lindsey
He was going to drive out of my life, and I couldn’t let him go without doing something first. We’d both felt it, but hadn’t acted. Maybe it was because of the two worlds we lived in, maybe it was what he did for a living, or maybe it had all been because of what she turned us into.
I watch him put his things away and then move. Push him up against the side of the truck, can hear his heart rate speed up as my lips meet his. We should have done this sooner, now it’s too late.
---
Lindsey/Lorne
Lorne’s not going to just leave me here, is he? Can’t he tell that I’m not quite gone yet? ‘Good night, folks.’ A guy who I thought was my friend, someone I’d shared things with that no one else ever knew, he shoots me in cold blood, and all I get is a ‘good night’?
He’d done what I hadn’t thought was possible. Should have known it was a trap, but this was a demon I trusted with my heart and soul. Guess Wolfram and Hart managed to taint him too. You always hurt the ones you love.
---
Lindsey/Lee
“Don’t look at this as an ending, it’s a new beginning.”
I blinked at him a couple of times. “Lee, we’re both dead and in one of Wolfram and Hart’s hells. How can you be so damn relaxed about this?”
“Because I’ve been dead a lot longer than you have, and you’ll get used to it. Time moves differently down here. The wounds never heal, but at least you still exist.”
No, the wounds didn’t heal. My own were aching like crazy. “Lindsey, why don’t we pick up where we left off?”
A smile crossed my lips. “Sure, why not.”
---
Lindsey/Angel
“How can we be out of whiskey again? I just bought a new bottle last night.”
“Bambi was on one of the cable channels this morning. You know what that movie does to me. They shot his mom!”
“So you tried to drown the sorrows brought on by a cartoon by drinking my entire bottle?”
“Half of the bottle, but the next movie they had was Old Yeller, so I ended up finishing the whole thing off.”
“You really have to start watching things with happy endings. The kind where no one dies and they all live happily ever after.”
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The Lindsey/Lorne one plucked at my heart strings too, though most of my sorrow was for Lorne.
These are kinda late, but I like 'em so I'm leaving 'em up. ;)