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alwaysjbjBetween a nasty case of writer's block and a lot of RL stuff, I got out of the habit of writing. So in order to get back into the swing of things, I'm trying to make myself write something every day. Ideally I'd like to be getting work done on one of my wips, or on a one shot that I'm hoping to get done for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
seasonal_spuffy--but on the days when I can't manage to get anything more done, I'm going to at least aim for a drabble.
So, as requested by Patti, today's offering...
Spike & Tara friendship
Rated G
100 words
He didn’t acknowledge her presence when she entered. Resting the thermos on the ground beside him, she touched his shoulder hesitantly. “You need to eat. Buffy wouldn’t want this.”
“Doesn’t really matter what she’d want, does it?” Spike answered, lifting his head to meet her concerned gaze. “Don’t need to pretend like you care…”
“I d-do,” Tara stuttered. The fierce glare after days of apathy gave her a flare of hope. “I don’t know about the others, but I do…so does Dawn.”
“Dawn?” Spike whispered.
Tara nodded, sighing with relief when after a moment’s deliberation he reached for the thermos.
I'll probably be popping a drabble call up a bit later, for those days when I don't manage to get any other writing done.
seasonal_spuffy--but on the days when I can't manage to get anything more done, I'm going to at least aim for a drabble.So, as requested by Patti, today's offering...
Spike & Tara friendship
Rated G
100 words
He didn’t acknowledge her presence when she entered. Resting the thermos on the ground beside him, she touched his shoulder hesitantly. “You need to eat. Buffy wouldn’t want this.”
“Doesn’t really matter what she’d want, does it?” Spike answered, lifting his head to meet her concerned gaze. “Don’t need to pretend like you care…”
“I d-do,” Tara stuttered. The fierce glare after days of apathy gave her a flare of hope. “I don’t know about the others, but I do…so does Dawn.”
“Dawn?” Spike whispered.
Tara nodded, sighing with relief when after a moment’s deliberation he reached for the thermos.
I'll probably be popping a drabble call up a bit later, for those days when I don't manage to get any other writing done.
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