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open_on_sunday's challenge #82 - Shakespeare
Oct. 19th, 2004 01:30 amdarkhavensAuthor: darkhavens
Title: Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow
Pairing: S/X
Rating: PG-13 (erring on the side of caution)
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
A set of four drabbles, quotes acting as titles of sorts. (I'm not a Shakespeare fan, so I garnered inspiration from the quotes themselves, not the work from whence they came.)
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And since you know you cannot see yourself,
so well as by reflection, I, your glass,
will modestly discover to yourself,
that of yourself which you yet know not of.
Julius Caesar, Act 1 Scene 2
Xander leaned across and planted a swift kiss on a mouth open in shock, pulling back before he got lost in the feel of satin soft skin against his lips.
"You have no idea what I see when I look at you. You think I see a cold, harsh, punk who doesn't give a damn? No. I see the beauty in you, the caring in you. I see the loneliness, the love, the need to have someone to call your own, someone who'll call you theirs in turn. I want to be that someone, Spike. Let me be that someone..."
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I have immortal longings in me.
"Antony and Cleopatra", Act 5 scene 2
It was a conversation Xander could only imagine having in the dark, curled beneath the bedclothes with his lover in his arms. He'd thought long and hard about what to say if Spike came out and asked. He never thought he'd be the one to voice forbidden words.
"It's been on my mind since Jesse died. Since Angel proved a vampire could be more than death and fangs, I've wondered... And then there was you and your love for Dru. And now there's us, and the choice is easy. Make me yours, Spike. Let me love you forever. Turn me."
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The sands are number'd that make up my life.
Henry VI, Part 3, Act 1, Scene 4
...so I decided to write you instead. I'm sending everything to you, G-Man, (and I'm not apologising for that, either) because I know you'll be there for my girls to cry on when they learn why I won't be around any more. Spike didn't talk me into anything, I swear. I asked him, and the truth is, he turned me down at first. He said I didn't know what I was getting myself into, but I learned a lot from those books you never believed I actually read. He understands now.
So...
This is the last will and testament of..."
~~~~~
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
One hundred years and never a night apart. Two halves made whole, two hearts unbeating, one soul shared between them both. They lived well in the darkness, kept each other safe from harm. They watched as all they'd known slowly turned to dust and faded memories, but never once regretted what they'd done, though tears were spilt. They honoured long gone friends and watched their progeny grow up, so sure the bedtime stories were all make-believe and jest. They made their presence felt wherever demons roamed the earth. They revelled in the violence and the blood.
Their love was true.
~~~~~
Part 14
on 2004-11-12 04:12 am (UTC)The director, looking more than a little perturbed waved his hand toward the open set. “Not here. Had three scenes to shoot today, too.”
“What, he didn’t show up?”
The other man shrugged. “Sick. Or so he told Jennifer.”
Spike’s brow rose and he turned his head to find Xander’s assistant. “Look, I don’t think there’s much I can do around here. Mind if I take off?”
“Pfft. Might as well. The day’s a wash. Just show up tomorrow morning ready to get back on schedule.”
Within a few minutes, Spike had managed to finagle an address and was on his way to find out what exactly what the hell was going on with Xander.
He pulled up to the small hotel, hardly believing Xander would actually be staying at a place like this until he saw the blue Trailblazer in the parking lot.
Walking along the rooms until he found the number Jennifer had given him, he stood for a minute debating before finally knocking on the door. There was no answer, but the sound of the blaring television told him Xander was there. He closed his fist and banged louder and more persistant. Finally, footsteps padded toward him and the door flung open.
Spike stared. Xander stared. Turning away, Xander left the door open and retreated into the small room. Beer in hand, he flopped onto the bed, leaned back on the headboard and divulged his attention toward the tv.
Spike wearily walked in, closing the door behind him and noticed the room in full detail. Empty bottles filled the trashcan until it overflowed, leaving the remaining ones to lie where they landed on the floor.
“You look like hell.”
Xander held up the bottle in toast fashion and took a healthy swig. “Looks are deceiving.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Very perceptive.”
Spike shook his head and moved closer to the bed. “You stink.”
Xander lifted his arm and took a small whiff. “And your point would be?”
Without answering, Spike took a cigarette from the pack in his pocket and slid it between his lips.
“No smoking in here.”
He sighed and slipped it back into his pocket.
Xander’s gaze fell on his bottle. “It’s funny. Even after you left, I used to always sit in the smoking section. I guess it was just out of habit.” He glanced at Spike with saddened eyes. “And then I just kind of… stopped.”
“You wanna tell me what’s going on, Harris?”
He waited and watched as a frown appeared on Xander’s lips. “I made it up. All of it. Everything about Andrew."
"What are you on about?"
"I'm trying to tell you I never fucked around on you." Xander hesitated and his voice softened into a whisper. "Not until that day.”
Re: Part 14
on 2004-11-12 05:18 am (UTC)