my heart arranges
Jan. 30th, 2006 | 01:27 am
- Seven Languages by
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yin_again (Spike/Xander): The fourth time was in the closet, but neither one laughed at the joke. Spike wasn’t even sure if Xander was real at first. When he decided that he was real, Spike prayed for the first time in a hundred years, thanking whoever was listening for letting him feel warmth and want and kindness again. - Lessons in Cool: That Music Thing by dessert_first and tesla321 (Xander/Oz): So now Xander is sitting on his front steps, guitar in hand, waiting for Oz to pick him up and teach him a few other things about guitars. Like maybe how to play one.
- Kyrie Eleison by kyrafic (Angel): It's been centuries since he rose before dawn to walk to Mass, blowing plumes of white breath ahead of him into the cold darkness. He can barely recall the feel of the wafer on his tongue and the details of the priest's robes grow hazy in his mind.
- Ballad of Ira Hayes by julia_here (Xander): Everyone else was in Europe; but Europe was just another nowhere to him; his friends were no longer his definition of home, and after a few years in the great strangeness below the Sahara he’d ceased to value novelty. His home town was at the bottom of a crater, but there was a whole country full of Toys R Us and Starbucks and multiplexes, McDonald’s and Wal-mart, and that stuff was as close to home as he was ever going to get.
- Shelter by mosca (Wes/Angel): All Wesley could think at this point was, "Please don't say 'White heat,'" because then he was going to have to say "Velvet Underground" back, and all semblance of seriousness would be lost. And he wanted to be sympathetic. He was starting to care about Angel's morose bullshit for the first time in a long time, and he wanted to keep caring.
- descant descending by macha3 (Buffy/Spike): function. this is a dance of levels, and of levelers, and those who stand and wait. these are the gates she means on his behalf to shatter. this is the day the doors on the stairway down can all be entered. in this ritual she gives over everything she has and is reborn. when she has paid her price and finally stands naked, she will be clothed in power. this is a story older than the world. this is the game that she was born to play.
- Opus by zortified (Giles/Oz): He can't quite figure out the melody though, and he's getting closer to asking Giles if he'd help. Oz wants this written, wants it finished and to sing it just once before--
But maybe if he never finishes it, it will be his portrait against mortality. - the great cereal mastemind by amand_r (Andrew): In the best of times, you're a feeb. No really. You are. Everyone knows it. They even say it to your face.
- Threnody of Wildflowers by Yavi Asad (Buffy): "Tell me something I don't know. About you."
"I like wildflowers. All kinds, but golden poppies the best. You know, the kind that grows all over California."
"Why?"
"Because they're yellow."
"You like yellow?"
"Not particularly."
"That's a dumb answer then."
"'Sa dumb question, Buffy, you either like something or you don't. There are no reasons." - listen to your heart bleed (and I feel fine) by annakovsky (Giles, Spike, Buffy): "I... you remind me of someone I used to know," Giles says.
Buffy tilts her white head and looks at him. "You're, like, a psycho stalker or whatever, but I don't get it. I feel, I dunno, safe with you. Secure, or something."
"Really," Giles says. Maybe there is some of her left after all.
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the heavy heavy monster sound
Jan. 29th, 2006 | 11:31 pm
- Definitions of the Gross and the Sacred, From the Mind of a Mad Woman-Child by inlovewithnight (River, Firefly): Each of them has a noun, a designation that she can picture as written on their hearts, a role to play. They are defined, classified, categorized. Captain, preacher, pilot, mechanic; mercenary and soldier and whore. Even Simon carries his role in a word- doctor.
River is undefined. - Touch.Feel.Lose by sathinks (Angel): Angel knows he is insane.
- Once in a Lullaby by doyle_sb4 (Buffy): Buffy's imaginary world has a plothole.
- The Bright Obvious by voleuse (Angel): His own blood, borrowed, slows and slows more, until it sloshes like the tides in his veins.
And he dreams. - (ab)normal iteration (the water metaphor remix) by jennyo (River, Firefly): I rise and fall on sanity's moody seas. And he is always watching me, so I watch back, looking at how Serenity's lights change the angles of his face and smile.
- Mercy Street by gwyn_r (Dana, Spike): There was nothing Spike could say to that except the obvious -- that she'd cut off his fucking hands and had been well on her way to cutting off his head. But that didn't seem to matter.
Angel said, quietly, "Once upon a time, Spike." - All in a Row by voleuse (Drusilla): rusilla trails her hand over the girl's shoulder, down her arm. Whispers in her ear. "Death."
She shivers. "When do I die?"
Drusilla changes, feels Spike shift beside her. "Now." - Never Lies by theantijoss (Dawn/Dana): Broken. Disordered. They have a hundred names for how she's damaged, but with everything else inside her, she just doesn't have room for anything more.
- Losing My Religion by kita0610 (Angel, Wes): Angel dreams that his teeth are gone. All of them, his human teeth, ripped out of his head while he slept in the blue-black, in the tomb that doesn't quite fit.
- Will My Eyes Be Closed Or Open by luna (Buffy): I won't cry. I'll just take a deep breath and shut my eyes, and then I'll open them.
When I open them, I'll be myself again.
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Jan. 26th, 2006 | 08:18 pm
- Hope is A Blossom of Glass by 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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for the record
Jan. 5th, 2006 | 07:18 pm
- Amnesia!Spike by mahaliem (Spike) : "So," Spike asked casually, "Why don't I still live with Xander?"
"You guys used to fight a lot. Then you moved out. Later Xander moved into the apartment with Anya."
It all made sense, Spike thought. - One Day by wesleysgirl (Spike/Wes) : There's nothing but today
- Throwing Shapes by eliade (Spike/Xander) : The man glared accusingly, snapped, "I've got amnesia!"
"Well, don't blame me! It's not contagious." - Until Sunrise by lonelybrit (Wes/Angel) : The first time was an accident. Unintended. A one-off.
- Your Horoscope for Today by eliade (Spike/Xander) : "Sure. You could change your clothes, your name--you could take up knitting and nurse sick kittens back to health. It wouldn't matter. You can't change you. Because you're dead. It's the ultimate arrested development."