Marked. Thankee, ma'am.
Can't any one of your damn little Scooby club at least try to remember that I hate you all?
Spike ,'Get It Done'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
deborah grabien - Mar 02, 2003 11:31:00 am PST #1917 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Connie Neil - Mar 02, 2003 11:32:26 am PST #1918 of 10001
brillig
De nada.
P.M. Marc - Mar 02, 2003 11:36:13 am PST #1919 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
New Ship! New Ship!
It had been quite some time since someone had shown up in the lobby of the Hyperion, lost look obvious from miles off. Well, at least as far as Wesley knew. Based on his own records from the period of estrangement, it was a safe enough assumption. He stared at--client? intruder?--and asked him to repeat his statement.
"Buffy told me you guys help the helpless?" The boy bit his lip and soldiered on. "Anyhow, she gave me your card."
"You need... helping?"
"Actually, I can help. I speak a few demon languages? Know how to summon them for personal use?" The already ruddy complexion flushed crimson.
"Which helps us how?"
"I can also bake. Though, maybe not funnel cakes, because the last time I tried that, I scalded myself, and anyhow, Buffy and the girls said that they were too fattening, so I kind of gave up."
Two questions leapt to Wesley's mind at the rush of words: first, when exactly had Buffy turned evil, and second, had he himself sounded quite this pathetic when he turned up on Angel's doorstep? Actually, knowing himself, probably more so. The thought did not improve his mood.
"I was unaware we needed a pastry chef." The reaction to his words--slumped shoulders and an overall sense of something already half-flat deflating completely--make him feel uncomfortably like he'd just kicked a puppy. "We could, however, use someone else who is good with translating. It might help if you gave me your name, so I can introduce you to the group."
"I'm Andrew. Hey, aren't you that guy who used to hang out in the library with Giles?"
"Err, yes. Wesley."
"You looked really good in that tux on prom night. Like Pierce Brosnan." There was no mistaking the admiration in Andrew's voice, especially when he followed up with, "But I think I like the new look better. The stubble brings out your jaw, and you have really nice eyes."
It was Wesley's turn to blush. This had to be revenge for something, perhaps everything.
Connie Neil - Mar 02, 2003 11:37:35 am PST #1920 of 10001
brillig
Oh, Plei, you evil, evil woman. "Just like Pierce Brosnan!" Could a jealous Gunn/Angel be in the future?
Lee - Mar 02, 2003 11:38:51 am PST #1921 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
yeah-- Shiny new Pleiship!
Rebecca Lizard - Mar 02, 2003 11:39:53 am PST #1922 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
t charmed
Lee - Mar 02, 2003 11:39:58 am PST #1923 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Could a jealous Gunn/Angel be in the future?
or both, or Xander?
P.M. Marc - Mar 02, 2003 11:42:14 am PST #1924 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
This is All Fay's Fault.
Lee - Mar 02, 2003 11:43:19 am PST #1925 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
thank you Fay!
deborah grabien - Mar 02, 2003 11:43:54 am PST #1926 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Andrew! You sent Andrew to LA!
I love love love love this concept.