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cityphonelines) wrote2005-03-28 03:19 pm
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Spike&Xander double drabble
For
amejisuto; she requested S/X and provided lyrics from 'Come to My Window' by Melissa Ethridge. It's not really shippy, more friendship/possible pre-slash. Takes place in the weeks post-The Gift.
All it took was a beautiful girl taking a dive, some cracks in the concrete and a sobbing vampire to completely skew his worldview. Now everything has faded and he’s having trouble finding out what made it all worth it, because facts are facts; Buffy’s dead and Hank took Dawn and now Willow makes him wary and a bit afraid. She’s up to something, Xander’s sure of it. He wonders how long he has before Anya grows tired of loving a man that has suddenly become unsteadily silent; but at this point it isn’t about her or any of the other hers in his heart.
Now that nothing makes sense he spends his nights with Spike. He can call Spike and trade his involuntary breath for Spike’s forced air as a code. They can meet on Revello Drive and stand hip to hip. They can stare at drawn curtains and mourn the lack of light flooding out from under the door. He can let his knuckles knock and roll against Spike’s and Spike can grab Xander’s fingers in his hand and squeeze tightly.
Xander’s sure this is hell and figures at least he’s holding hands with an experienced tour guide.
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All it took was a beautiful girl taking a dive, some cracks in the concrete and a sobbing vampire to completely skew his worldview. Now everything has faded and he’s having trouble finding out what made it all worth it, because facts are facts; Buffy’s dead and Hank took Dawn and now Willow makes him wary and a bit afraid. She’s up to something, Xander’s sure of it. He wonders how long he has before Anya grows tired of loving a man that has suddenly become unsteadily silent; but at this point it isn’t about her or any of the other hers in his heart.
Now that nothing makes sense he spends his nights with Spike. He can call Spike and trade his involuntary breath for Spike’s forced air as a code. They can meet on Revello Drive and stand hip to hip. They can stare at drawn curtains and mourn the lack of light flooding out from under the door. He can let his knuckles knock and roll against Spike’s and Spike can grab Xander’s fingers in his hand and squeeze tightly.
Xander’s sure this is hell and figures at least he’s holding hands with an experienced tour guide.
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That brought back everything we talked about the other day. Damn, that was pretty. Mourning the lack of light...just freaking beautiful, baby. Sad now. Hug?
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Thank you and actually, our 'summer between S5 and S6' conversation was the muse for this, so double thanks. Because, dammit, they needed to grieve, Xander needed to grieve. And now he has.
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Yeah. Like a lot.
:)
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Didn't need it at all.
:)
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So glad you liked it! Thank you!
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That was good. Thank you.
::sigh::
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Thank you for reading!
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This is a haunting sentence. Just brilliant.
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Yes.
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Wonderful line. ^_^
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Wow, that's an awesome compliment! Thank you for reading.
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Xander’s sure this is hell and figures at least he’s holding hands with an experienced tour guide. ...
nearly made me cry. Beautiful little piece - I'm so glad
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cloudie
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Loved this:
Xander’s sure this is hell and figures at least he’s holding hands with an experienced tour guide.
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I know! Don't you just wanna hold him and comfort him and pet him? Glad you liked it.
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It all seems so plausible and real, and I can smell the smoke from Spike's cigs, and see that Xander just ran his hands through his hair and the bangs are going to flop over again. And Spike will reach up and fix it for him.
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Well, no I didn't know that, but now I do! And now I'm all smiley. And yes, your image of Xan matches mine. Poor babies!
and I can smell the smoke from Spike's cigs
Hey, so can I! No, wait, that's just my dad.