The Drabble My First Lines Meme

[darkhavens]

Here are twenty of my first lines. Drabble me a tale and I'll return the favour.


I didn't know I loved him... until I saw him like that.

Clem hates keeping secrets; they make him nervous.

Xander woke feeling sore... in odd places.

It lived under the mattress.

The rules are quite simple.

Cold sweat, fear of the monsters, and a twinge of wildly inappropriate, swiftly stifled, forever to be denied lust.

Xander stared blankly for a moment and then laughed.

I get home from work and she's all packed and ready to go.

"Spike, can I have a word with you in the kitchen, please?"

Every time they met, Giles' eyes went first to Xander's neck.

The first ring was a bracelet of bruises; a circlet of purples and greens that lingered for days.

"Tell me again what happened to your crypt, Spike."

It took him a while, but Xander finally found a way to break the pattern that was his love life.

Xander had been guilted into ferrying a book and a fractious vampire out to Angel in LA.

It was the silences that made him think.

Now the chip was history it would be so very simple to install himself as Master of Seattle.

"Xander, please tell me this is one of your lame-ass practical jokes."

Xander looked around at the various heaps of... things, that had somehow managed appear inside his //their// apartment in the short hours he'd been out.

The letter spent two days locked in the top right hand drawer of Xander's desk before Spike confronted him about it.

"I know you want everyone to know that you cooked."

Comments

[killerweasel.livejournal.com]

Not really sure who this is, but it was cool to write.

When I was young, my mother would turn off the light and tell me to sleep. That was when monster would talk to me. It lived under the mattress. I'd always check before crawling beneath the covers, and even though I wouldn't see anything, I still knew it was there. Waiting for the lights to go out. "Come play with me, I don't bite."

Eventually I outgrew my fear of the dark and what lurked under the bed. At least until I found out the monsters were real. They not only dwelled in the shadows, but inside the hearts of men.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Ooh, lovely. I know who I think it is.

Now, do you have a list of titles for me to drabble on, or would you like me to drabble off this piece?

[killerweasel.livejournal.com]

Uh *mind goes blank* Feel free to drabble off of this.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Now, before I go to bed, the checks I make are that the doors are locked, and that the shades are drawn to keep the sunlight out.

You see, the monster spends the night beside me now. And not only does he bite, but so do I.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a monster too, at least no more than every other human male. But we’ve reached an understanding, Spike and me. Apart, we both are broken, unable to protect ourselves against full half the world, but together we take care of one another. We fight each other’s monsters.

Hope you like! Thanks for playing. :o)