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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In Front of Company
on 2004-10-14 07:49 am (UTC)“Aw, jeez, I’m sorry, man.” Xander patted his friend’s shoulder.
“Like my daddy always said: women ain’t nothin’ but trouble with a capital T.”
“A little secret: men are no prizes, either,” Xander muttered, remembering Spike’s pointed silences throughout the evening.
“Oi, tosser! I heard that!” Came from the kitchen, followed by Spike with a beer in one hand and a bottle of Jack in the other. He handed Roy the beer with a tiny bit of a smile, not noticing when Roy thanked him. All Xander got was narrow look that neither human could interpret. Then Spike strode into the bedroom, shutting the door. Almost immediately, the Sex Pistol began blaring at top volume.
The two men exchanged a look of complete commiseration, then Xander shrugged.
“That time of the month?” Roy mouthed with a grin.
Xander returned the grin ruefully. “Something like that.”
Re: In Front of Company
on 2004-10-16 01:47 am (UTC)Thanks for these, sweetie. They've given me a giggle. :o)
Re: In Front of Company
on 2004-10-16 07:16 am (UTC)Roy's just a guy from down at the construction site, something I forgot to squeeze in - teehee.
The time of the month thing made me smile so I tossed it in. Manly men like Roy seem think whenever their women - significant others - get bent out of shape, that it's PMS.
Lol, your first lines are fun and any fun in these drabbly bits are all due to the great opening lines. Sets the tone for the whole piece =D