"glorious and grinding grimy detail" is sort of "Homicide"-sounding, itself, Beverly. I could picture a number of the squad saying it. I like crossovers ok, but sometimes they have too many gimmicks...freaky portals, dimensional folds, too many "ah hah!" connections. I was afraid I overdid that, myself. Especially in the first one.
'Objects In Space'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Nope. It was lovely. As the present one promises to be.
Cindy, I answered a question. Was it the lie/laid thing? Was there anything else I missed? If so, point me more, um, pointedly. And 'scuse the dense.
All set, Beverly. Thanks for the lay. ;)
Bwah!
Hee. You're welcome. Anytime!
Um, do you guys need a room or something?
Not any more, erika. Sheesh, talk about slow on the uptake. I've got Live Journal creases on my butt, and everything.
(heheheheh. Bev and Cindy getting a room. heheheheh.)
Today's Sunday 100.
Moonlight
The young man, called Oz most nights, is on the prowl.
He's not Oz tonight, not a guitarist, not a laconic over-achiever who uses words so sparsely that each is a freight car for many meanings. Tonight is full moon, and he's not Oz. He's a predator, padding through the bushes, scenting blood on the wind. He's not supposed to be running free.
Something rustles behind him, and a man falls down, tranquilised. The redhaired witch, meaning the dart for Oz, changes her aim to take down the bounty hunter, chasing her lover with a silver bullet in his rifle.
a laconic over-achiever who uses words so sparsely that each is a freight car for many meanings
Oh, deb. I love it when you drabble, you know? It's beautiful-- the way you use language.