The Drabble My First Lines Meme
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darkhavensHere 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."
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."
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on 2004-10-07 10:37 pm (UTC)I only got to see the first couple of series of AtS when I lived in the Midlands. Now I'm in Devon, just on the edge of Dartmoor, and I can't receive Channel 5 so I didn't get to see the last 3 series. So, though I can imagine the prettiness that is Angel and Lindsey, I have nothing to really base it on. ::pouts::
Thanks for playing! Can I interest you in an S/X drabble? Toss me an idea and I'll see what comes out. ;o)
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on 2004-10-07 10:52 pm (UTC)Um, most of my drabbles have refences to Angel or Lindsey in the first lines so these are the ones that don't...
He's buried to the hilt
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The rope's cutting into his wrists
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He's hanging by his neck...
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Oh dear there seems to be a bit of a theme going on here...lol
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on 2004-10-07 11:10 pm (UTC)There does seem to be a certain pattern... owie! *g*
Let's see now...
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The rope's cutting into his wrists, but he can't bring himself to give a damn. Not while the sleek blond vampire with skin as pale as cream, as soft as silk, is busy tasting every exposed inch of his suntanned flesh with tiny kitten licks and wide-jawed, blunt-toothed bites that never break the skin. And, dammit, he wants the skin to break, he wants to see his demon lose control, to shift, to change, to bring those vicious-looking fangs down into hot pulsating flesh.
And the smirking, evil bastard knows it too.
“C’mon, Spike, please! I’m dying here!’
He bites.
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All seasons will be there, eh? ::is tempted::
Don't let me spend the entire weekend watching all the eps I've missed, 'k? *g*
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on 2004-10-08 07:10 am (UTC)No there will be the drinking and the falling on the arse to do too ;)
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on 2004-10-09 12:27 am (UTC)::pencils it into diary:: Hee!
Much fun will be had indeed. *g*