t grin See? Finished it. I guess insomnia is good for something. I edited it to make it pre-Sunnydale, thereby fixing any canon booboos.
Like any of that's enough to fight the Dark Master. Bator.
Xander ,'Lessons'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
esse - Feb 03, 2003 1:36:47 am PST #1306 of 10001
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!
Elena - Feb 03, 2003 1:38:52 am PST #1307 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.
Your insomnia (you and Plei) certainly brighten my night.
esse - Feb 03, 2003 1:48:33 am PST #1308 of 10001
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!
Ah, my insomnia is dedicated to you and all other Candians who work third shift.
Elena - Feb 03, 2003 1:50:02 am PST #1309 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.
t sniff Too kind.
CaBil - Feb 04, 2003 7:04:46 am PST #1310 of 10001
Remember, remember/the fifth of November/the Gunpowder Treason and Plot/I see no reason/Why Gunpowder Treason/Should ever be forgot.
Anne W. - Feb 04, 2003 7:14:30 am PST #1311 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
I like very much, CaBil. The expressions on the main character's face are wonderful, especially the bit where she's casting a suspicious look at the pirated copies. I had a little trouble following what was happening in the last two pages about the combat--it may just be that I'm still something of a newbie in the fandom, especially when it comes to conventions. I'm guessing that Globbux made an escape during the art contest. Perhaps a caption at the top of the next to last page?
CaBil - Feb 04, 2003 7:17:25 am PST #1312 of 10001
Remember, remember/the fifth of November/the Gunpowder Treason and Plot/I see no reason/Why Gunpowder Treason/Should ever be forgot.
DDR is digital dance revolution. You have to keep up on with the dance pattern on a screen on a pad on the floor. A lot of cons have DDR contests nowadays in their video game rooms.
Anne W. - Feb 04, 2003 7:24:45 am PST #1313 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Ah. Now I get it. Thanks!
Elena - Feb 04, 2003 5:03:29 pm PST #1314 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.
I couldn't access it at all, Bill. Sorry.
Allison, did I'm at work and it's slow (pouring (and freezing) rain), so if you wanted to send some frottage my way I'd be happy to receive it.
P.M. Marc - Feb 05, 2003 12:43:11 am PST #1315 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Just another 250 word piece.
Edited to change the title slightly.
Ouroboros/Oedipus
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. That should have been the end the first time, but it wasn't. She cheated death by embracing it, serving it, becoming it. Eventually, death turned on her, sharper than a serpent's tooth, and once again, all should have been over. Once again, it wasn't.
Cheating death is better on your own terms, she soon discovered. Used in life, used in death. She found a way to cheat them both, dying this time so that someone else could live.
Huddled naked in the darkness, she wonders when it will be enough, when she'll be allowed to rest, to stop. She wonders who she was--flashes of blood and skin, of fear and need, of a name... Angel? That's not a name. What was hers? She must have had one.
Salvation comes not in the form of angels or demons or priests or prayers. It comes to her slim and raw, young and familiar. Something nagging at the edges of her memory again, something she should know. It's important.
It slides away again, like mercury on glass. Shimmering distorted reflections, nothing more. She lets him lead her to shelter, clothe her in garments he says have been abandoned. He finds her food, washes her face and dresses her hair. Takes care of all her needs until she finds she has needs she has forgotten, like she has forgotten so much else, and draws him to her pallet so he can take care of those as well.