Cleaving (Spike/Xander)

[baudown]

Title: Cleaving
Author: baudown
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Disclaimer: Don't own them
Written for: open_on_sunday
Word count: 100
Prompt: French
Warning: Character death

Friends come to call, with red-rimmed eyes.  Xander would have wanted this -- for them to mourn together -- but Spike's not one to share.  His grief is his.  And Xander isn't here to disappoint.

He locks the door, he shuts his eyes.  Look, another vision!   Perhaps it's just a conjured dream.  Or is it memory?

Did they dance in a ruined garden?  Sing lullabies in French?  Rise, like spirits, from the ashes?  Walk with heroes, arm-in-arm?

And did he love a dark-eyed boy?

And also: was he loved?

It's only ghosts that live here now.  There's no one left to answer.

Comments

[chasingdemons.livejournal.com]

No! What happened to Xander? Can't anything end well? *weeps*
(Another lovely drabble, my dear.)

[baudown.livejournal.com]

Thank you! And I'm sorry!

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

Very evocative. I like it.

[baudown.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I'm happy you did.

[sparrow2000.livejournal.com]

Oh hell, you made me all teary!

[baudown.livejournal.com]

Mea culpa, mea culpa!

[velvetwhip.livejournal.com]

Oh god. This is gorgeous, mysterious, and so tragic. Brilliant work, as always.


Gabrielle

[baudown.livejournal.com]

See, I'm back! And thank you so much for this wonderful feedback.

[waddiwasiwitch.livejournal.com]

Oh nicely done.

[baudown.livejournal.com]

Thanks very much.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

*broken hearted*

But what a beautiful drabble!

[baudown.livejournal.com]

Thank you, and apologies for the heartbreak. *g*

[thismaz.livejournal.com]

Love that middle line.
Love all the lines.
Spike's inner poet resurfaces and is not bloody awful.
Lovely.

[baudown.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you.

The poet's always there, isn't he?