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slashthedrabble challenge #38 - Wings
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darkhavensAuthor: darkhavens
Title: Flying High
Pairing: Spike/Xander, of Buffy
Rating: PG-13
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Previous chapters: The escapades of baby!vamp!Xander and Sire Spike. *g*
Like In The Movies
Xander leapt from the roof and landed gracefully on his feet, arms outstretched and grinning like a loon.
"You know what would be really cool? If we had wings." He sounded awed by the very idea, and Spike turned to stare at his dirt-new childe with fatalistic gloom.
"Xander, luv..."
"Oh, I know, the transforming into a bat thing is just another of Dracula's stupid illusions, just like getting dusted twice by Buffy, but still... Imagine it, Spike! We could fly! We could swoop down out of the skies and pick off anyone we wanted."
"Sometimes I worry about you."
Don't Eat The Hippies
He almost turned to check his arms for feathers but got distracted by the pretty dancing flowers in the air and on his tongue. Instead he watched the burning baby fishes as Dru courted William, lured him into tilting back his head so she could feed.
Streaks of lightning, spinning colours, Xander floating hollow, light as ashes on the madly swirling air. Down through screams and smoke, flame and death and slaughter.
Balanced on a candlewick he watched the battle take place amongst the gods and dogs and dragons in the ornate Chinese temple.
He saw the stake.
"So pretty..."
Fallen Angel
Xander had insisted on an angel for the Christmas tree, then spent a couple of hours behind closed doors with pens and paints.
The end result sat crookedly atop the crooked tree, and every time Spike looked at it he grinned.
Where once had been a halo, there now were dark red horns, and tiny little fangs poked from its mouth. The hymnal had become a book of spells, all runes and pentacles; the robes were streaked with black and red and gold, cut rough and ragged. The wings were brightest crimson tipped with rusty smears of blood.
Strange childe.
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Title: Flying High
Pairing: Spike/Xander, of Buffy
Rating: PG-13
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Previous chapters: The escapades of baby!vamp!Xander and Sire Spike. *g*
Like In The Movies
Xander leapt from the roof and landed gracefully on his feet, arms outstretched and grinning like a loon.
"You know what would be really cool? If we had wings." He sounded awed by the very idea, and Spike turned to stare at his dirt-new childe with fatalistic gloom.
"Xander, luv..."
"Oh, I know, the transforming into a bat thing is just another of Dracula's stupid illusions, just like getting dusted twice by Buffy, but still... Imagine it, Spike! We could fly! We could swoop down out of the skies and pick off anyone we wanted."
"Sometimes I worry about you."
Don't Eat The Hippies
He almost turned to check his arms for feathers but got distracted by the pretty dancing flowers in the air and on his tongue. Instead he watched the burning baby fishes as Dru courted William, lured him into tilting back his head so she could feed.
Streaks of lightning, spinning colours, Xander floating hollow, light as ashes on the madly swirling air. Down through screams and smoke, flame and death and slaughter.
Balanced on a candlewick he watched the battle take place amongst the gods and dogs and dragons in the ornate Chinese temple.
He saw the stake.
"So pretty..."
Fallen Angel
Xander had insisted on an angel for the Christmas tree, then spent a couple of hours behind closed doors with pens and paints.
The end result sat crookedly atop the crooked tree, and every time Spike looked at it he grinned.
Where once had been a halo, there now were dark red horns, and tiny little fangs poked from its mouth. The hymnal had become a book of spells, all runes and pentacles; the robes were streaked with black and red and gold, cut rough and ragged. The wings were brightest crimson tipped with rusty smears of blood.
Strange childe.
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on 2005-08-13 09:56 pm (UTC)Especially the Hippie one.
I think I had flashbacks to my younger days... :)
LOL Strange childe indeed.
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on 2005-08-13 10:52 pm (UTC)Oh, i love it.
Love drugged up!Xander and the talk of wings and the xmas tree 'angel'....
Wheeeee!!!
*smoooch*
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on 2005-08-13 11:02 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-08-13 11:40 pm (UTC)i loved this, they were adorable
he's so like an indulgent father lol
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on 2005-08-13 11:48 pm (UTC)*snerk*
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on 2005-08-13 11:57 pm (UTC)How fun.... and particularly as I surmise from these delicious succinct gems, that Spike is still in contact with his own 'beginnings' and inner Childe...
Wonderful...
J
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on 2005-08-14 12:01 am (UTC)Spike thinks Xander's angel is "strange", but apparently thinks vampires having a Christmas tree is perfectly normal. Strange Sire.
This is the second drabble about Xander's hippie-eating trip to the past, isn't it? Is there going to be more do you think?
God, I loved the first one all to bits!
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on 2005-08-14 12:08 am (UTC)hee!
very cute set babe!
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on 2005-08-14 02:17 am (UTC)But the poor baby fishes. Why'd they have to burn? *sniff*
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on 2005-08-14 02:41 am (UTC)Strange childe, indeed!
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on 2005-08-17 03:38 am (UTC)Thanks!
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on 2005-08-17 03:41 am (UTC)Thanks. :D
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on 2005-08-17 03:42 am (UTC)Thanks.
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on 2005-08-17 03:44 am (UTC)The hippy-eating drabble is actually the second one from that particular spot on the story arc. In the first one Xander mentioned the Chinese Slayer's stake, reminding Spike of a detail he had long forgotten, so the potential is there for Xander to have inherited some of Dru's abilities... or it could just have been the stoned hippy. *g*
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on 2005-08-17 03:45 am (UTC)Spike worries cos he loves his childe. ;)
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on 2005-08-17 03:45 am (UTC)Thanks!
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on 2005-08-17 03:45 am (UTC)Thanks!
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on 2005-08-17 03:46 am (UTC)Thanks!
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on 2005-08-17 03:47 am (UTC)The hippy one actually harks back to another one from the same time period when Xander spoke to Spike about the Chinese Slayer's stake and reminded Spike of a detail he'd long forgotten, so it's okay - nobody got stuck. *g*
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on 2005-08-17 03:48 am (UTC)Spike is such a worrywart. *g*
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on 2005-08-23 04:21 pm (UTC)I'm having so much fun writing it. baby!vamp!Xander is a joy to play with.