Tara ,'Storyteller'
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
That was amazing.
This
Used to be, he could read Wesley like a book written in scent and sound: fresh peroxide and stale saliva still sharp beneath a layer of cologne, the fluttering trapped sparrow sound of his heart whenever Fred entered the room, whisky and Lilah and the steady defiant beat of someone trying hard not to care. Wesley smells now of parchment and blood, his body silent and unreadable beyond the obvious.
just about undid me.
Mmmmm. Thank you, Plei.
Yes. Very good, as usual.
Copied from my post in Angel:
Scene:
A small stage highlights a room at Caritas III, opened in the old ballroom at the Hyperion.
Lorne sighs, and relaxes, finally. There are two empty Sea Breeze glasses on the table. He raises a third to his lips and slowly sips. He sets it down.
Turning to his right, across the table, he Speaks to Angel. "Thanks sugarcakes, this is perfect. Just the place i needed to relax after a day at Wolfram and Hart."
"No problem, Lorne," replies Angel. "I can't believe we didn't think of this earlier. But I have to go. If you have any problems, let me know. I need to go corall Spike. He took the Viper again." Angel gets up to leave, and Lorne waves goodbye with his Sea Breeze and waits for the first performer onstage.
As Angel makes his way to the door, a short muscular man in plain blue jeans, white tshirt and cowboy boots takes the stage behind him. The man carries a guitar, and his bare arms are covered with strange markings and runes.
He adjusts the microphone and begins playing the guitar. Just as Angel reaches the door, he hears the song.
"If I had a hammer..."
Hm, I think Daniel's been waiting to post that . . .
Actually, the idea of making Caritas III in the ballroom was old, the song and Lindsay? new.
I miss the Hyperion.
Coulter gets hers, here, but ignore the part where it says it's the end...I haven't posted everything yet. [link]
I think this is it, but suggestions welcome: [link] Thanks to everyone who hung in with me with this forty pages of stuff. You've been a great audience.
(speechless, for once)