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Jan. 26th, 2006 | 08:18 pm
- Hope is A Blossom of Glass by
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romanyg (Wes/Angel) :He is a wire, resonating. - 32 short fics about xander harris by nwhepcat (Xander) :He avoids looking in the mirror -- he already knows what he'd see.
- Paen by spike21 (Giles) :It hardly seems like missing her.
- Five Good Things That Never Happened to Faith by m_phoenix (Faith/Buffy) :The kiss B gives her is light and unexpected, but so full of longing.
- Ten Steps to Better Living for God-Kings Through Technology by liz_marcs (Illyria) :When Ms. Burkle starts wearing leather, dyes her hair blue, and begins wearing blue eye contacts, the secretaries exchange knowing glances: Another department head bites the dust.
- I no longer look for heaven by marginalia (Tara/Oz, Oz/Remus, Remus/Sirius) :she was worth remembering.
- Untitled by doyle_sb4 (Dawn/Illyria/Anya) :“What’s going on?” Anya demanded
- the piano has been drinking by marginalia (Giles/Oz) :Words are slipping away, slipping around him, slipping in and out of other languages, losing him before translation and finding him after.
- Not Quite the Emerald City by pinkdormouse (Ethan/Lorne) :Suddenly he is both at home and very far from it.
- fare thee well by marginalia (Tara&Death, Endless) :When she was seventeen, Tara saw a pale-skinned girl smiling at her through the haze of her tears.
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consequences
Jan. 26th, 2006 | 08:46 pm
- Confessions of a Biographer by selenak (Londo/G'Kar) : (It was not until much later that I found out that to answer the question "What do you want?" could be fatal.)
- skuka, holod i granit by alephtav (Susan/Marcus) : He watches her. She pretends she does not notice.
- Safety in Numbers by kakodaimon (Londo/G'kar) : Their faces pulled the right muscles and manoeuvred themselves into smiles.
- All Love is Unrequited by iamsab (Lennier/Marcus) : "I don't know who I am, without her. I am...not. Without her."
Marcus licks his lower lip. "You could be," he says. "Try." - [and finally a love poem] by alephtav (Talia/Susan, Susan/Delenn) : She is not afraid of morning. Of mourning. Of the sun rising over the mountains.
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because it's wrong
Jan. 26th, 2006 | 09:00 pm
- Ratings by calapine (Paul/Ian) : It wasn’t that Ian was against gloating. He’d done it often now. But did it have to be so overbearing, so smug? So terribly obvious?
- Something of the Night by thedivinegoat (BtVS/HIGNFY-RPS) : Time slowed and he realised several things.
- Michael Howard had just physically manhandled him, and with no more effort than if he was a child.
- There was no heat coming from the body he was being held intimately close to.
- Guest Host by paranoidkitten (Black Books/HIGNFY-RPS) : They made him wear a suit. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, they sat him in front of an autocue for an hour and made him read. Read ridiculous rubbish about politicians having sex with donkeys and the like. And why did they keep talking about some vampire called Michael?
- Scum of the Earth by nerdcakes (Ian/William) : Never trust a politician, first lesson of living in the real world.
- Roundabout by anonymous (Paul/Ian) : The sun rises and the world turns and children come out to play.
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buffy love
Jan. 26th, 2006 | 10:40 pm
- Dreamscapes by buffyx (Buffy/Spike, Spike/Angel, Buffy/Angel) : She looks at him as though he is speaking in foreign tongues. “I walk alone.”
- Coastal by minim_calibre (Buffy/Faith) : "Girls' night in, so what do you feel like doin'?"
- They Make Solitude and Call It Peace by mosca (Buffy/Willow) : You feel like you should be able to peel the skin back from your arm and see circuitry. Little green lights flashing.
- And then I'll go to bed by shadoedseptmbr (Buffy) : "Mommy! Mommy, tell me a story!"
- Songs of Parting by xanphibian (Buffy/Angel) : But she's strong, and she does not cry.
- Average Love Story: They Hang Out by marenfic (Buffy/Gunn) : He was damn good with an axe, for a human.
- Remedial Buffy by glossing (Buffy/Cordelia) : When Buffy drops the comb and leans over to pick it up, the towel comes loose around her back and there's a faded bruise there, under her shoulder blade, that could be the size of a boot.
- House Full of Women by witling (Buffy/Tara) : "It's okay, Buffy. It's all just stuff."
"But it's your stuff." Buffy looked up, and her face was a pale coin. Small and determined and a little confused. "It's important stuff." - Port in a Storm and
- Anchored by minim_calibre (Buffy/Wes) : If she was honest with herself, she'd wanted to get lost in the undertow.
It had to stop.