Yes, definitely. Disturbing, of course.

Homecoming Sunday100 AU, in a world where the Seeing Red bullet hit Willow instead.

In the moonlight, she looks like Buffy would, if Buffy had lived to the ripe old age of thirty.

Dawn makes the bed with quick, efficient movements, and tries to avoid looking at the mirror. Tara will be home soon, bringing take out and stammering apologies for being late. They fought about moving again last night.

Tara thinks it's morbid, coming back to the place where Buffy and Willow died, trying to make it into a home again. Dawn thinks fifteen years is long enough to drive away the demons. She opens the spellbook and smiles; Tara will come around.

t does a little dance for Tara/Dawn

Wheee! Look at all the lovely lovely fic! And how giddy am I to have read a snippet of Lizard's "Gingerbread Coffin" Dru piece? Giddy giddy giddy. That, plus everything else makes for fine distraction from dreary work.

SA, that was a corker. And all the drabbles are killers.

Have I mentioned how much I love the drabble, as a get-into-headspace thing and self-discipline tool?

'cause I do.

Drabbles saved my life.

Or at least my muse.

I've taken Nic's advice to drabble when I get to tough parts of novels. He's a wise, wise man about this sort of thing.

Deb, are you around for the day? I'm on AIM, if you have the time.

SA, I'll pop in in just a bit; I have to get our guest room ready for NoiseDesign, which means a vaccuum and carpet clean, then I have to clean the rest of the house, and go exchange our dead Ionic Breeze for a functional one.....

OK, but I haven't eaten. Give me five minutes and I'lve got about ten minutes free, unless you want to hook up later in the evening?

Whatever's good for you--though I'm planning on ingesting much NyQuil and hopefully passing out.