Aw, shucks. Just trying to deal with my loss and maybe carve out a place in Buffista History.
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
maybe carve out a place in Buffista History.
You have already achieved that.
A little bit from Frankentim.
Meanwhile, on the road someplace in Charm City:
”Don’t you think it’s sad, Frank?” Tim Bayliss asked, getting that pensive look his partner loathed.
”Death is always sad, Tim. Hence the lack of party favors as funerals.” Pembleton said, his gaze laserlike on the road in front of him.
But it didn’t help. “No, no, more than that. She’s bright...went to school in England or something. Survived things that would make most people head for the hills...and yet...”
“What’s your point, Bayliss?”
“What was she doing talking to people from a box in her office?”
“But she wasn’t. She’d met most of these people. Sent them cake.”
“Why was she sending cake to strangers, Frank? That doesn’t seem sad to you?”
“Not really, Tim. People like cake. And you’re the one who’s bitching that we don’t break bread together.It’d be worth a pastry or two to get that to stop.”
“I still think that kind of isolation contributed to her death.”
“Let me get this straight. Out of all the motives in the world, you’re going with ‘quiet desperation’...It doesn’t wash.”
People like cake.
Bwah! So true, especially Deb's cake.
Wrod. And Pembleton always thinks he has to bring Bayliss down to earth.(He probably does.)
Tim sounds frighteningly like my father in that last bit. I'm not sure I like that... very true to life, though.
That is a little frightening, Deena. I promise I don't think dirty stuff about your dad, though.
Erika, 10 years ago, just about every woman who met him thought things about him. He is a very handsome man, even now at almost 70. He's got certain Tim sensibilities, too. Huh.
Deena, do you want me to go to Electra Complex Special Hell? Cause it's bad enough I have a guilty fascination with Buffy/Giles and I look forward to Bayliss' torment whenever I can see it. Mixing those things disturbs even me,
Well, it wasn’t Miss Scarlet in the conservatory, babe. In the interests of national security, people have ‘accidents’ sometimes
(drumming heels on floor, moaning with laughter)