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19 October 2005 @ 11:32 am
a little Spike & Xanderness  
1.

Spike rubbed a thumb across the knife blade, tipped his head, squinted thoughtfully as he planned his next cut, then struck--the petal design of the blooming onion was all in the angles you chose.

He was so focused in concentration that he barely noticed when Xander entered the kitchen with Dawn, but the nipper chanting "Cheetos, Cheetos, Cheetos" cut through his thoughts--her voice could be as effective as a knife at times, and he admired her for that.

Xander came up behind him to deliver a kiss and then hooked his chin over Spike's shoulder, hands sliding around to rest on his belly, and suddenly the onion that had been defining his evening was far less imperative.

onion, thumb, chant for kalpurna

2.

Spike sometimes thought that submission to love was inked in his blood, a contract with the devil someone had signed before he was even born that decided and defined his existence--mother, sire, beloved, loves that ran hot or cold depending on the day but always shaping his every response. From across the room he watched Xander, his teeth itching for a prick and his prick itching for something else. He couldn't decide if this was love; right now he felt a submission only to himself, but he knew that could change in an impulse; save the boy's life at the wrong moment and all the ashes in him could rekindle to fire.

submission, ink, blood for ladycat777

Another day, another day of skiving off....

ETA 3, and a little Riley/Angel.

The man never had a bad hair day--hell, he never had a bad clothes day or combat day; he also never had an expression, really, except a vague twitch in the vicinity of his eyebrows that Riley had learned how to read. Angel was a book Riley had never expected to read, or want to read, a bedtime story that should have made his skin crawl and given him nightmares--had once--but here he was, hunting with the guy for demons in North Dakota, because that was the job of the day, and now that the world was post-Buffy, the men who'd known her came together and looked to patch over the empty hole she'd left. Lying down with the demons wasn't the craziest thing that could happen; somehow Riley thought that everyone had to learn that sooner or later.

bad hair day for anglopollyanna
 
 
 
MELODY GLOUCESTER PEGASUSjolielaide on October 19th, 2005 06:40 pm (UTC)
1. Heee!

2. Lovely, just lovely-- these lines are incredible: From across the room he watched Xander, his teeth itching for a prick and his prick itching for something else. And: save the boy's life at the wrong moment and all the ashes in him could rekindle to fire.

Siiiigh.

Thank you for doing these. I now return you to your shirking (and me to mine.)
Romany: riley im the guy by obsessedmuch larromanyg on October 19th, 2005 06:56 pm (UTC)
1. Ah, (un)life is in the details. And you capture them so well, no matter how much they try to scurry to the back of the knife drawer.

2. Wonderful flow and twist on submission. Spike's always carrying a torch or finding a new one. Dangerous thing for a vampire.

3. GAH! Riley/Angel. murphleglurphguh. Just lovely. And how do you make something so illogical inevitable?
Pollyannaanglopollyanna on October 19th, 2005 06:58 pm (UTC)
Yay, a little post-Buffy craziness for Riley.

I can now leave the country with no regrets!
A carbonated fusion beverage!: riley - megl42swmbo on October 19th, 2005 07:01 pm (UTC)
Angel/Riley, Angel/Riley!!! *flails with joy*

Also, aww. Post-Buffy fic like that always hits me so hard.
Kasskassrachel on October 19th, 2005 07:47 pm (UTC)
I really love the onion one.
torn between not okay and maybe kind of cutekalpurna on October 19th, 2005 07:50 pm (UTC)
ohhh, lovely! I especially like Spike's intense focus on his artwork. It would definitely be a momentous occasion for him - actually creating a blooming onion of his very own, after the Bronze took it off the menu. And then there's:

Xander came up behind him to deliver a kiss and then hooked his chin over Spike's shoulder, hands sliding around to rest on his belly, and suddenly the onion that had been defining his evening was far less imperative.

*melts*
Malkin Greymalkingrey on October 19th, 2005 11:17 pm (UTC)
Angel was a book Riley had never expected to read, or want to read, a bedtime story that should have made his skin crawl and given him nightmares--had once--but here he was, hunting with the guy for demons in North Dakota, because that was the job of the day, and now that the world was post-Buffy, the men who'd known her came together and looked to patch over the empty hole she'd left.

Mmmmm.

I would dearly love to read a full-scale Angel/Riley fic set in the universe that this drabble-and-a-half (or whatever you want to call it) only hints at.
yourlibrarian: Phallic: sparklebutchyourlibrarian on October 20th, 2005 12:31 am (UTC)
Enjoyed them all, but that second one was amazing.
Pet: Suck my kissapetslife on October 20th, 2005 12:33 am (UTC)
Oh man. That second one is just a kick to the gut, with the very great SPIKE-ness of it all. Really, really good.
Herself_nycherself_nyc on October 20th, 2005 02:40 am (UTC)
Oh man, these are great. Especially the last one! You are Queen of Rocking The Unconventional Pairing.
ex_dovil323 on October 20th, 2005 05:01 am (UTC)
*gives you a pony*
Dittostretfordditto on October 20th, 2005 10:21 am (UTC)
Marvellous drabbles. :)