Oh!
t too charmed for words
See, in my fantasy, when I'm kissing you... you're kissing me. It's okay. I can wait.
Oz ,'First Date'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Rebecca Lizard - Feb 27, 2003 10:56:49 pm PST #1874 of 10001
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket
deborah grabien - Feb 27, 2003 11:03:13 pm PST #1875 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Well, you can't say I didn't warn you that I don't do porn properly.
Still, they're teenagers. I suppose major porn would be totally inappropriate.
deborah grabien - Feb 27, 2003 11:48:39 pm PST #1876 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
finishing off that bit.
"Oh dear," he remarked, and sounded hilarious, a wizened old teenaged man who'd just had his first woman, "we've lost the pole. What are you laughing at?"
"We haven't lost the pole - I know exactly where's it's gone." I watched a pale colour mantle his cheekbones. He turned quickly, a paddle in one hand, setting the punt back upstream; we could see the pole, sticking out of the Cherwell like one of those old druid's stones one sees in places like Cornwall. "Rupert..."
"I'm not saying I'm sorry." His voice was muffled a bit, but I could still hear how fierce he sounded. "It wouldn't be true. I'm not at all sorry. It was absolutely splendid and I love you more than my own life and I'd do it again in one half a heartbeat."
"Well, I'm not doing it again in half a heartbeat, because I'm rather sore, actually. But I'm pleased you're not sorry because I'd hit you if you said you were. And I'm not sorry either. You might try asking me again in a few days time." He turned around and looked at me, standing precariously in the rocking punt with one hand on the pole, waiting in silence for what else I might choose to say.
"I've loved you since the first day I walked into the Carolan, and you took off your glasses, and didn't hide your eyes."
"Have you? Truly?"
"Truly. Even more than I've come to hate your father. Why do you think I stayed?"
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erikaj - Feb 28, 2003 10:12:04 am PST #1877 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Good stuff, Deborah.
Atropa - Feb 28, 2003 2:58:37 pm PST #1878 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Oooh, lovely.
deborah grabien - Feb 28, 2003 3:04:01 pm PST #1879 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Believable reaction from the 16 year old Rupert?
erikaj - Feb 28, 2003 3:07:18 pm PST #1880 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
I thought so. It didn't leap out as unbelievable or anything, anyway.
deborah grabien - Feb 28, 2003 3:08:51 pm PST #1881 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Good. That's a relief; I didn't know if I was the only one out there who imagined the young Rupert as a bit of a finicky old man, who got younger and younger in spirit the older he got in years.
Beverly - Feb 28, 2003 4:34:58 pm PST #1882 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
There are those finicky old man types who grow younger. Stands to reason Rupert would be one of them. Lovely stuff.
deborah grabien - Feb 28, 2003 4:42:11 pm PST #1883 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I'd always seen Rupert progressing from nervous edgy child with chilly father and dead mum (I'm getting to her shortly), to braver teenager with strong sense of duty to...? WHAMMO! The Ripper years, with Ethan.
One of the reasons for Amanda's existence is because it just seemed that something must have triggered Rupert from "yes, I must follow in Chilly Daddy's footsteps and Do My Duty" to "Sod it! Let's get snockered on three pints of straight Lagavullin, screw a bunch of wenches, raise some demons, and go star in Manchild!" And whatever it was, it must have been a honker.
Amanda is, I believe, a qualifying honker.