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 06:38 pm (UTC)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.
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on 2004-10-07 07:18 pm (UTC)Now, do you have a list of titles for me to drabble on, or would you like me to drabble off this piece?
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on 2004-10-07 07:21 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-10-07 07:28 pm (UTC)Every time they met, Giles' eyes went first to Xander's neck. Xander was characteristically oblivious but Spike was becoming more incensed with each passing day. Finally, his seething irritation erupted into confrontation.
"For fuck' sake, Watcher! What are you starin' at? Think I'm going to turn the boy, do you?"
Giles blinked slowly. He reminded Spike of an owl.
"No, Spike, I think you want to take him as your Consort."
Spike's irritation flowed away. Bugger it! Got to hand it to the boring old sod.
"I just wish you'd get on with it, because the suspense is killing me."
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on 2004-10-07 08:21 pm (UTC)*****
He jumped as he felt a cool hand wrap around his neck and shove him against a wall. He felt a swift rush of jumbled emotions at seeing Spike glaring at him with harsh golden eyes. Cold sweat, fear of the monsters, and a twinge of wildly inappropriate, swiftly stifled, forever to be denied lust.
He knew the moment that Spike sensed that last bit there. He couldn’t help but tremble, whether in fear or lust he wasn’t sure, when his eyes shifted from pure demon to his natural human blue ringed with yellow. Spike loosened the grip on his neck and leaned forward, sniffing along the column of his throat.
The delicate licks here and there just made the confusion in his mind clear. He wanted him… now. He wouldn’t allow it though, he just couldn’t. Not after everything he’s been through over the years, he wouldn’t make the first move. He closed his eyes to shut out the image, instinctively turning his head away from the source of his internal pain.
That? Was a mistake. He barely had time to process the rumbling purr just before fangs scraped over his neck. He wasn’t sure now what to think. Spike answered his thought as he whispered a question in his ear, “There something you need to tell me, Pet?”
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on 2004-10-07 08:45 pm (UTC)Yes I know, you've explained them already
And I will again until you get it, boy
Oh, you can fuck off if you think you're gonna call me boy
It's traditional...
Yeah and I look traditional to you. do I?
Well, its just that...
I like fucking you, Angel, you like fucking me. So what's the deal?
There are rules that a childe must obey.
Ok, stop...Childe? You decided you wanna fuck me for eternity. Made me into...this and now I must obey? Again with the fucking off.
Lindsey...
Just fuck me Angel.
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on 2004-10-07 10:17 pm (UTC)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)
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on 2004-10-07 10:25 pm (UTC)So, can I treat you to a drabble? You know I only really do my boys, but if there's something specific you'd like...
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on 2004-10-07 10:29 pm (UTC)Would you like to request a quickie? (Drabble, that is. o.O)
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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 10:45 pm (UTC)Nah, love. You stick with the Pretty Boys and I'll be happy. :)
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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 10:54 pm (UTC)So, any ideas on what you'd like the boys to be doing in this drabble?
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on 2004-10-07 10:56 pm (UTC)*cough* Oh yeah, and a drabble would be cool too. *gr* If yer gonna ask me of what, I don't know. How about filling in the blanks? If yer not, then just give me what you got. I'm good for anything.
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on 2004-10-07 11:00 pm (UTC)no subject
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 2004-10-07 11:25 pm (UTC)The pressure on his neck increased, grinding Xander's cheek into the unforgiving brickwork. He knew without being able to see them that the fingernails digging gouges into the tender skin beneath his hairline were painted black, and were doubtless chipped. Some things never changed.
"I see you got rid of the chip. Have you come back to kill us all, just like you promised?"
Another lick, a long, slow stripe, painted up the side of his face from clavicle to brow, and then the pressure on his neck eased off. Before he had chance to draw breath, Xander was spun round and layered back against the wall, with Spike pressing up against him, hard as iron.
"You know better than that, Pet. I told you I'd be back for you once I got rid of my little... problem. It just took a little longer than expected, is all. So, did ya miss me, lover?"
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Hee! There. I filled in a few blanks and created several more. *evil grin*
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on 2004-10-07 11:26 pm (UTC)Gabrielle
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on 2004-10-07 11:32 pm (UTC)Title: You Don't Know Me
Author: Gabrielle
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to Joss and a bunch of other people who are not now and have never been me.
The rules are quite simple. No eye contact at meetings and research parties. Nothing that gives the game away. And when they come together, hot and needy, there are no words. Just grunts and moans and wordless pleas. But nothing personal, nothing intimate, nothing to indicate that they know each other at all. It's just two bodies coming together, seeking anonymous pleasure. Until the night when one of them breaks the rule. "Xander," Spike says.
Gabrielle
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on 2004-10-07 11:38 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-10-07 11:38 pm (UTC)******
It took him a while, but Xander finally found a way to break the pattern that was his love life.
To start with, Spike was male. That made a change. His previous ... could you call them lovers? Faith, maybe, at a pinch. At least penetration had occurred. Also, attempted murder. Damn Angel for doing something he had to be grateful for. He'd rather have ... well, maybe not have died, when push came to shove. Faith was really good at the pushing and shoving. Also the nearly-killing.
Spike, on the other hand, almost never tried to kill him.
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on 2004-10-07 11:46 pm (UTC)Wonderful! Xander just hasn't had much luck with the 'fairer' sex. And having to be grsateful to Angel for something must really stong. *g*
Bed? can you hold on for 5 minutes? I'm just finishing your drabble...
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on 2004-10-07 11:50 pm (UTC)"You have got to be taking the piss!"
"What? Why? I can't believe you don't see it! It's right there in front of you!"
"Xander, I think you need glasses. Either that or you're even bloody crazier than I thought when you first propositioned me. A Scooby making a pass at a vampire? Knew you had a screw loose, but this? This is just daft!"
"Hey! You came on to me! All those sexy innuendos and... and the stroking of the pool cues and... You were always licking the necks of your beer bottles. How was I supposed to resist, huh? But that's not the point. Here, I'll rewind so you can see it again."
"I don't care how many times you make me watch this crap, pet, I'm never going to see it."
"But... Spike, he looks exactly like you! That's why I got you that blue silk robe for Christmas!"
"Bollocks. What kind of a name is Charlemagne Bolivar anyway?"
NB: Will only make sense to people who have seen the relevant episode of Andromeda:: (I have screencaps if necessary. *g*)
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on 2004-10-07 11:50 pm (UTC)And the drabble is done. Wheeeeeee!
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on 2004-10-07 11:53 pm (UTC)