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beer_good_foamy) wrote2012-02-11 11:30 pm
beer_good_foamy) wrote2012-02-11 11:30 pm
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I'm not sure what it is with me and morbid drabbles recently, but here's one for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tthdrabbles' challenge "Dance". Buffy/Sandman, set during "Seeing Red", cut for character death.
All You Get
She's flying. Tara thought she'd lost this; arms around her, the crowd and the music fading away to a distant hum, her feet lifting from the ground. So loved that gravity stops trying.
But something's wrong. This isn't Willow holding her, she was here seconds ago but... Now her face is buried in black hair, and Willow's screaming somewhere far away. Tara panics, she can't fly alone, she must fall, crash, stay.
But the pale woman holding her shakes her head with a kind smile, Shhhh, I've got you, and hugs her tighter as they dance, soaring into the darkness.
tthdrabbles' challenge "Dance". Buffy/Sandman, set during "Seeing Red", cut for character death.All You Get
She's flying. Tara thought she'd lost this; arms around her, the crowd and the music fading away to a distant hum, her feet lifting from the ground. So loved that gravity stops trying.
But something's wrong. This isn't Willow holding her, she was here seconds ago but... Now her face is buried in black hair, and Willow's screaming somewhere far away. Tara panics, she can't fly alone, she must fall, crash, stay.
But the pale woman holding her shakes her head with a kind smile, Shhhh, I've got you, and hugs her tighter as they dance, soaring into the darkness.
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Such an amazingly beautiful line, and drabble.
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I love Sandman too. I wrote a set of Buffy/Sandman drabbles, pairing one of the Scoobies with one of The Endless. Suprisingly, I put Tara with Death too, ha ha.
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I wrote a set of Buffy/Sandman drabbles, pairing one of the Scoobies with one of The Endless.
Ooo, link?
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“Is this it?”
Pain bloomed a florid red.
“Yes, honey, I’m afraid it is.”
“No,” Tara said. No trace of a stutter. A dozen images blossomed in front of her eyes, spinning in the air like forgotten charms. They, them, all wound into the tight eye of her very own maelstrom. A maelstrom winding tighter and tighter, pulling into an invisible thread waiting to...
Snap. A gale soared all around her. Something was severed.
The pain and pulling broke. The touch of feathers was all she felt. Death’s wings beat around her charge, an embrace warm only as spat blood.
* * *
Sinking into his circling embrace, Dawn parted her lips for a kiss. She breathed the warmth of his breath, pressing her kiss against his cotton lips. Bliss.
Cotton?
With the shattering jar of her alarm clock, Dawn lifted her face from the pillow she’d been tenderly, tentatively nuzzling. She chose to ignore the drool. Thank God Buffy hadn’t caught her making slumbering sexy-time with the soft furnishings.
But... but it had seemed so real.
Dawn blinked the sand from her eyes. A photo of Buffy and Joyce smiled from her bedside table.
Then again, so did a lot of things.
* **
First a thin green stem, tentatively beading through the soil. Her breathing deepened, a casual beam of sunshine catching the red of her hair. Warmth spread under her skin and she felt some deep and ancient thing within her slowly start to unfurl.
The bloom before her sprung open its petals. Willow opened her eyes, just in time to catch her flower burst into flames.
A damp feeling settled in the pit of Willow’s stomach, teeth grinding cusp-on-cusp, bile swallowed .
“Okay, Willow, you’re not afraid of hard work.” She whispered. “Try again. For your friends.”
Despair could wait forever.
* * *
Dust settled on her stunned face in a moment of still. Buffy scarcely noticed the chalk taste of plaster mingling with not-yet clotted blood. Instead a shard of pain lanced her left cheek. Disgust welled with bile.
“See, pet,” Spike whispered, “You” smack “want this as much as I” a shudder through her knotted body as he slammed her against a wall, “do.”
Her legs crushed around him. Launching herself away from the crumbling facade, the pair tumbled onto, into, through the floorboards. Spinning midair, it was Spike’s turn to feel the shock and something else jolt throughout his body as intent hit hard resistance. Slayer and Vampire gasped a few breathes – one literal; the other, figurative – as the cobwebs floated down from corners newly disturbed: warm body against cold; living against –
“You’re dead,” spat Buffy, blond hair matting on her bloodied face, a few strands gelling onto her partner’s, his own spilt, still blood. Pushing up from the floor, Spike lying beneath her, she landed a kick to his face. His blond scalp turned rusty red. Fangs flashed white, and feet swept beneath the Slayer’s feet. As she crashed to Earth, it was more then their lips that clashed.
* * *
They where calling him; he heard it, slicing through his reverie, a destiny he could not deny or resist. He stood, compelled, his baggage by his side. He knew it would one day come to this. He had to follow his calling, for her sake, he told himself; for his; for the World’s.
“Could all passengers for flight 607 please make their way to the boarding deck,” the voice chimed across LA International Airport.
Giles grasped the leather handle, pulling the luggage; a suitcase stuffed with books, charms and beaten-steel blades. The suitcase was his father’s. The handle was cold.
* * *
She wasn’t dancin’ crazy any more. Truths didn’t spill from her mouth; or would they? She hadn’t planned the last outburst. Anya had forgotten how mortal feet burned in high-heels. Turning to Xander, she forced a giggle. Her fingers slid between his, their smiles blooming.
“Did you know, smiling represses the gag reflex?” Her fiancé sunk back. She scrabbled, a headache shredding her thoughts. Damn, Anya, again!
“That’s what I saw on the Discovery Channel. It was” – she fished - “about chimps.”
Xander’s grimace rolled into a grin. Forced. He mightn’t have been the brightest, but he knew Monkey Business.
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