Bwah!
Hee. You're welcome. Anytime!
'Never Leave Me'
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
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.
So, of course, there comes a time in the week where yes, I realize there's more Sunrise to post.
This is that time of the week. Subject, as always, to change. New stuff
I am a junkie, who knows her fix is here. Thanks, Plei. The timing couldn't be better, either.
*runs to read her precioussssssssssss*
As my standard warning, this is the uncharted part of the story.
What they're doing right now? I accept no blame for. I'm not sure where the last 2300 words came from. I'm fairly certain, however, that these darlings have, well, issues.
I think that was only 23 words. It can't have been 2300. I need 2277 more words. Now. Dammit.
I don't really care what they're doing. See the earlier comments about emotional truth. Plei, you have a way of making canon out of fic. Damn. I love this story.