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Found (Spike/Xander, PG)
Title: Found
Author: baudown
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Disclaimer: I don't own them or make money from them, but that would cheapen my relationship with them, anyway.
Feedback: Crave it!
Summary: Post-series (BtVS and AtS). They run into each other by chance.
Note: I went looking for a challenge, to see if I could write in response to a prompt, which I hadn't done yet. I found one, which turned out to be even more challenging, because it had the additional restriction of a specific word count. When I finished and went to post, I realized that it was actually a crossover challenge. (It was at TtHdrabbles). Oops. So, I figured I'd post here, instead. The prompt was "Three Truths," 300 words.
Found
They meet, years later, unexpectedly. Startled greetings exchanged over the huffing noises of a train. Each wandering, alone, and for some time now. It's not discussed, but they start wandering together.
This is how he falls in love: hard, and without warning. The demon couldn't change that, nor the soul, nor time. This is his nature. This is his truth, and it's enduring. The only thing that's changed is a resolve to keep his silence. To keep his distance. To love without expecting love returned. He loves Xander in this way.
It’s a smile that makes Xander finally see. "You're so beautiful," he says, wonderingly, before he has a chance to think. It's a funny thing to say about a man, to a man, but it's true. Spike smiles, and his face is like a sunflower opening to the light. That face hasn't seen sunlight for more than a century, and it never will again; and the thought is like a knife-twist in Xander's heart. Spike's face deserves sunlight.
Xander's steady stream of whispered words, the look in his eye, the beckoning beat of his heart. Spike doesn't believe it, won't let himself. Too much, too dangerous, deadly, even, to hope, again. These are things to be examined, explained, and set aside. Xander is lonely, of course. They've shared a history, and now, a kind of friendship. There's the insistence of desire, the body's yearning. He thinks that Xander must mistake these things for love.
Xander despairs of making himself understood. Words are ignored, or denied. He tries another way. The truth, spoken in his touch, and in his kiss. He feels it: the moment Spike believes him.
This is how he speaks to me, Spike thinks. The truth in his heart, a flutter of wings, before it settles.
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That was beautiful! Terrific!
Thank you!
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I love when someone writes a piece that proves that you don't have to write an epic to write an epic. This was very, very beautiful.
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It was a very interesting exercise to write with the word count restriction -- frustrating in some ways, but ultimately kind of satisfying. The stripping away and stripping away until you're left with just bare bones, and everything that's left has to mean something (you hope).
Thank you!
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As for leaving something that means something, with this, you hit the bullseye.
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Thx again.
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What an utterly perfect, and a little heartbreaking, truth about Spike. Gorgeous piece - really enjoyed it.
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This is what breaks my heart, and fills my heart, about Spike.
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And thank you.
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"This is how he falls in love: hard, and without warning." - I think that's absolutely true of him, and just beautifully phrased. I clicked this link thinking "Yay! new Baudown!" and am walking away inspired, so thank you for sharing.
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Thank you for reading it, and for liking it, and for your kind words.
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It can be a very difficult thing to write with a word count restriction but as you say it can strip away the extraneous and, hopefully, you are are left with the truly meaningful. In this case it produced a truly stunning piece. :)
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I think the word restriction was good for me -- I'm kind of blabby!
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The truth, spoken in his touch, and in his kiss. He feels it: the moment Spike believes him. Amazing.
The flutter of wings image, also wonderful. ;-)
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'This is how he speaks to me, Spike thinks. The truth in his heart, a flutter of wings, before it settles.'
Bloody lovely:)
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You've been a ray of sunshine for me today. I feel very grateful.
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This was perfect. Loved the angst and the love and making Spike happy. :) ! God knows he deserves it.
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And yeah -- I'm a happy endings kind of girl, even though I need to put them through the hell first. Angst makes the happy that much sweeter!
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