Lullaby's drabbles written for
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2 drabbles, both Spike and both angsty. No warnings.
No rest for the wicked.
They tell him repeatedly how evil he is. They should know. Words of accusation, of hurt, pain and torment whirl around him, suffusing the air. Others whisper sweet nastinesses in his ear. They anger quickly, tell him what he already knows; he’ll never be good or pure enough—never be what she needs.
Curling tightly, knees against his chest, hands covering his ears in a vain attempt to block them out, his eyes close. Rocking gently he hums a soft, sweet lullaby trying to not see the twisted, bitter face of the woman who used to sing it to him.
Sleep my love.
He didn’t know why he came each night. Knew she wasn’t really there beneath the blanket of sod and earth. And yet here he was, just as he’d been every night since they’d laid her here, just as he undoubtedly would be every night hereafter.
His fingers lightly trailed the cold stone to its base; such a little thing, a nothing, really, to mark the life of one so vibrant. He stretched out on the damp pre-dawn ground, hand gently caressing the soft grass above her resting place. His deep rich voice hushed as he sang her gently to sleep.
2 drabbles, both Spike and both angsty. No warnings.
No rest for the wicked.
They tell him repeatedly how evil he is. They should know. Words of accusation, of hurt, pain and torment whirl around him, suffusing the air. Others whisper sweet nastinesses in his ear. They anger quickly, tell him what he already knows; he’ll never be good or pure enough—never be what she needs.
Curling tightly, knees against his chest, hands covering his ears in a vain attempt to block them out, his eyes close. Rocking gently he hums a soft, sweet lullaby trying to not see the twisted, bitter face of the woman who used to sing it to him.
Sleep my love.
He didn’t know why he came each night. Knew she wasn’t really there beneath the blanket of sod and earth. And yet here he was, just as he’d been every night since they’d laid her here, just as he undoubtedly would be every night hereafter.
His fingers lightly trailed the cold stone to its base; such a little thing, a nothing, really, to mark the life of one so vibrant. He stretched out on the damp pre-dawn ground, hand gently caressing the soft grass above her resting place. His deep rich voice hushed as he sang her gently to sleep.
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Date: 15/8/05 11:11 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 16/8/05 01:26 am (UTC)And you are SOOO not a bad friend... you've been awfully busy!
Just... A Grain of Sand by Always_jbj would be lovely!! Thank you! **hugs**
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Date: 16/8/05 01:39 am (UTC)The first one is great too, but the second one just calls to me. Thanks!
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Date: 16/8/05 04:43 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 16/8/05 08:52 pm (UTC)And look--I fondly dedicate my icon to you. :-*
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Date: 16/8/05 09:22 pm (UTC)Thanks, hon!
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Date: 16/8/05 11:12 pm (UTC)And the first one... my heart just went out to poor Spike when he was in that basement, I couldn't understand how (in the show) Buffy could leave him there for so long... she must have seen how much he was suffering!
And can I say... a draw!!! I got my miracle after all!!! **happy dance**
Oh... I am halfway thru your smut fic... and LOVING it sooo much!!! **sigh** it is going to take forever to read all the submissions!
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Date: 16/8/05 11:15 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 16/8/05 11:20 pm (UTC)Thanks hun - hope you enjoy the rest. And I know what you mean - I've only read Schez's and the one writen by Icemink for me and I want to get to the other ones soooooooooo badly! Looks like I won't be leaving the house at the weekend again..........:D
*hugs*
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Date: 16/8/05 11:26 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 16/8/05 11:35 pm (UTC)**sobs** I don't know who was writing for me... but so far... nothing!
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Date: 16/8/05 11:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 17/8/05 12:07 am (UTC)When she was dead he could grieve and no one had any problems with the feelings he had for her and he could do things for her that she would never have allowed him to do in like (in canon anyway). I think just being able to care for her like that would give him a contentment that he didn't otherwise know.