It would be the seminal experience of his life.
Angel: You're lying. Gwen: I'm fibbing. It's lying, only classier.
'Just Rewards (2)'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
erikaj - May 31, 2004 7:43:04 pm PDT #9329 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
deborah grabien - Jun 06, 2004 12:02:55 pm PDT #9330 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
This weeks "Open on Sunday" challenge makes me happy. Bowie song titles. Woot!
Rebel, Rebel
She stares at herself in the mirror.
Oh, man, it's bad. The scars, okay, fine, whatever, she's earned those. The Slayer gig doesn't make for satin-smooth skin, and the time in the joint? Her face isn’t the only thing that got lines from all the tight clenching.
The sag, yeah, what-fucking-ever. She's still mad hot, she can still sex it up with anyone, anything, anytime at all.
But the eyes - they're all wrong. Tired dark empty weary who the fuck's eyes are those? Not hers, no way.
Faith meets her own stare in the mirror, and her face crumples.
deborah grabien - Jun 06, 2004 12:14:08 pm PDT #9331 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
and, another one. I do love Bowie...
The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell
She's sitting in a pool of memories.
Family, but those are hazy. Angelus is clearer, pretty man, he's all dark flapping bits and hardness and taking whatever he wants. Then Darla, curving smile, oooooh pretty, soft to the touch, but soft is hard with her, too, all strong and cross, tossing one's skirts aside and taking what she wanted there, as well.
And William, pretty William, hardening into Spike. Sinew and poetry and hard, hard, showing her how to harden, as well. They're all hard, pretty memories.
She kisses her doll's mutilated eyes, and whispers about upcoming times in hell.
deborah grabien - Jun 06, 2004 4:03:35 pm PDT #9332 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
One more, and this is a bit unusual. But the Bowie song title I chose is "Eight Line Poem", so, welll...
Angel POV. Yeah, I'm a schmoophead.
Eight Line Poem
I have sweated out these days while I have wept throughout these nights
Barred from the sun's healing rays and kept from normal man's delights
I will lay here in this bed, so empty of the warmth I crave
One sweet girl, her golden skin in dreams tempts me to misbehave
To the north she works her will, to keep safe her hallowed ground
Golden girl child, chosen one, unworthy her name to sound
Slayer priestess born to slay all things that do the soul affright
I must wait my time alone here 'til her days shall match my night.
sumi - Jun 06, 2004 4:10:25 pm PDT #9333 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
That was very nice.
In fact the Bowie fic you're doing tonight is all very tasty.
deborah grabien - Jun 06, 2004 4:13:38 pm PDT #9334 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Interesting, working to a rhythm. I tend to associate rhythms with music more than speech, but the title was there.
Angel moves me to rhyme, or something.
erikaj - Jun 06, 2004 5:44:22 pm PDT #9335 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
I like those!
deborah grabien - Jun 06, 2004 6:06:43 pm PDT #9336 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Hee! Thankee, Madam Wife.
erikaj - Jun 06, 2004 6:08:40 pm PDT #9337 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Any time.(Mutual appreciation being the key to any successful internet plural marriage.)
sfmarty - Jun 06, 2004 7:01:34 pm PDT #9338 of 10001
Who? moi??
Stunning stuff Deb.