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23 March 2005 @ 04:16 pm
LJ ficlets are the downfall of fandom.  
It's kind of like if I was too lazy to make you dinner and so I offered you a pear and it was lumpy and tiny and scarred. Maybe. Okay. Not that I really believe that but I can twist myself around to apologize for anything. But I haven't written anything in several days, so I'm sort of...eh. So! Anyway. Here's an S/R scribble.

Spike lay asleep on the bed, limbs a pale scrawl of Kanji against dark sheets. The blinds barred almost all light, but thin stripes and pinhole squares patterned the floor and stretched toward a naked foot. Even that small amount of light would burn any dead skin it reached, and it made Riley edgy. Sunlight turned the world into a vast furnace for vampires. Once he'd taken a deep heartfelt relief in that fact. Days were time-outs in the game, and he'd been able to loll on the grass of a college quad and fall asleep with a sense of utter safety. Now he had nightmares, daymares, of Spike smiling in sunlight and going up in flames.

He hunkered down at the end of the bed and touched a fingertip to the curved insole of Spike's foot. It twitched, and he leaned forward and kissed the ball, just above the toes, then the toes. He pretended he was a ghost and tried to see if he could prompt Spike to draw his foot away from the encroaching sunlight. Because what if someday he was gone, and Spike was alone with no one else to watch over him.

He'd said that to Spike once, pillow talk. They'd been talking about the what-ifs, what if something happened to Spike, what if something happened to him. "Maybe I'll stick around," Riley had said, some part of him very serious.

"Maybe you should," Spike agreed. "Keep your promise--always watch my back."

Riley wondered if a ghost could rise from dust, if Spike could promise the same.

"Xeroderma pigmentosum," he'd said to friends and to his family, trying to find a way to explain Spike that they could sympathize with, that didn't make people look at him with false smiles and uncertain eyes. To strangers during their travels he said whatever sounded good, dredging up material from idle, late-night research sessions on the web. Cutaneous porphyria, so sad. Idiopathic photodermatosis, photosensitive epilepsy, polymorphous light eruption. Actinic prurigo. Lupus erythematosus. He exaggerated and made up symptoms, knowing that he and Spike would be gone by the time someone got around to googling.

He stripped his clothes off and climbed onto the bed, up along the length of Spike's body. "You're awake."

"Was thinking." Spike flexed and settled onto his stomach, and turned his head to the other side of the pillow. Riley arranged himself as a loose blanket, aligning their heads.

"Of Mozambique," he guessed, picking up their place in a conversation of the day before. "You want to go back."

"They have to give you vacation sometime." Semi-surly declaration.

"They do." Amiable, happy, Riley smiled where Spike couldn't see it. "They have. Let's go tomorrow." He felt a little ripple of something in the cooler body beneath him, and then a sudden and thorough relaxation of muscles.

"All right."

That was probably the most important conversation of the day, but it was also a day when conversation was only a fraction of what was important.
Trepkostrepkos on March 24th, 2005 12:25 am (UTC)
Aw, bless them...
...I'm really invested in these two now...
julia_herejulia_here on March 24th, 2005 12:27 am (UTC)
Oh, sweet.

I wasn't on LJ when you posted Reprise (on my birthday last year, though!) so I never commented on just how much I love that fic, even though I'm a notoriously anti-Riley person, him reminding me much too much of someone I knew as an FFA dweeb.

This is a great continuation of the tone and tempo of that fic, and I throw flowers at your feet for it, if you'll accept plum blossom as that's pretty much all I have right now.

Julia, off to rec at the S'cubie board
Anna S.: jm-shorneliade on March 24th, 2005 08:05 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you liked. :) (FFA. Hee.)
Swanswan: still flyingswanswan on March 24th, 2005 12:27 am (UTC)
Oh hey, I'm really glad you found words to follow your sentence. I love what came next actually - light stretching toward Spike's skin. Elegant.

And it's naptime where I am, so I'll take the image to bed with me and see where it goes while I sleep.
Ms. Stinky: ocopuscarrielee on March 24th, 2005 12:28 am (UTC)
Okay, so it is my weakness, but even if it wasn't I still like your pear. And I've already had dinner, so this is just a dessert. A sweet, sweet dessert. I'm now going off to think of Riley kissing Spike's toes. I'm a happy camper.
in search of a clever byline: Undies10zlaine on March 24th, 2005 12:30 am (UTC)

not lumpy.


and better for me than the girl scout cookies staring me down.
drcdrc1 on March 24th, 2005 12:39 am (UTC)
Oh, beautiful. It's bed-time where I live, and this will certainly give me some very sweet dreams! ::happy sigh::

Thank you for more S/R.

"Of Mozambique," he guessed, picking up their place in a conversation of the day before. "You want to go back."

Yeah, me too. More sweet dreams of a time long, long ago....

love and shadowpuppetsstrangecreature on March 24th, 2005 02:04 am (UTC)
Not a pear ... maybe a bit of pineapple, sweet and warm, and just enough to tide us over until dinner. *g* This is lovely.
LadyCatladycat777 on March 24th, 2005 02:15 am (UTC)
Mm. You make me like this pairing.
Herself_nycherself_nyc on March 24th, 2005 03:29 am (UTC)
No one can make two guys obsess and chat like you can ....
it's just that you're unbearable: Slash queen (not a painter)fitofpique on March 24th, 2005 03:46 am (UTC)
I absolutely adore this pairing in your hands. And if I were to follow through with your analogy, I would say this is more like a ripe, juicy pear. Maybe two :)

*licks fingers*
yourlibrarianyourlibrarian on March 24th, 2005 04:01 am (UTC)
He hunkered down at the end of the bed and touched a fingertip to the curved insole of Spike's foot. It twitched, and he leaned forward and kissed the ball

Couldn't help thinking of doing the same with the pads of my cat's foot. And getting the same reaction :>
Anna S.: kitteneliade on March 24th, 2005 08:04 pm (UTC)
Kitty paws! *kittypaw envy*
tabaquitabaqui on March 24th, 2005 10:02 am (UTC)
I just cannot feel the Riley-love.
Anna S.eliade on March 24th, 2005 03:28 pm (UTC)
That's okay! Something this short is hardly good pimping material--it's only good for preaching to the converted, I think. ;)
tabaquitabaqui on March 24th, 2005 07:10 pm (UTC)
I'm afraid my Riley-hate goes deep. Fake!Staking Spike!
Never forgive!
*the cowardly bastard*
Shapinglightshapinglight on March 24th, 2005 12:34 pm (UTC)
Lovely! More?

I adore the thing about the foot. You're so brilliant with little details like that.
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Dittostretfordditto on March 24th, 2005 02:21 pm (UTC)
Nice. :)
kaydee23kaydee23 on March 24th, 2005 11:20 pm (UTC)
Very nice. I love Riley making up diseases for Spike. Funny. These two are very pretty together in my mind.
witlingwitling on March 24th, 2005 11:59 pm (UTC)
Xeroderma pigmentosum...cutaneous porphyria...idiopathic photodermatosis...photosensitive epilepsy...polymorphous light eruption...ectinic prurigo...lupus erythematosus.


I think I have some of those, sometimes.

Also, they remind me of the Most Brittle Line Delivery Ever (But Not Necessarily In A Bad Way): Nicole Kidman in The Others, nailgunning out, "THE CHILDREN ARE PHO-TO-SEN-SI-TIVE!!!!"

Whoah, okay. Chill, Nic. Chill.

Beautiful little scene.
makdmakd on March 25th, 2005 01:45 am (UTC)
Excellent expansion of Reprise, one of my favorite Spike stories.
rubywisprubywisp on March 25th, 2005 07:02 pm (UTC)
Oh, darling. The ficlet and you.

::is warm and happy now::
Estepheia: Behind Blue Eyesestepheia on March 25th, 2005 08:56 pm (UTC)
*sighs happily*

drc1 teased me over dinner with the fact that I'd find a new S/R ficlet from you, once I got home from my offline week in Berlin...

lady_meanderlady_meander on July 4th, 2007 06:32 pm (UTC)
Trepkos rec'ed this story to me, and what a wonderful story it is. So sweet and tender... They really do belong together :)