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baudownTitle: Waking
Author: baudown
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. I use them, for love, not money.
Prompt: Lead, 100 words, open_on_sunday
Perhaps he’d always known where it would lead.
Spike never lied. The fault was his. He’d listened only to his heart.
He’d been in love.
He thinks that it was love.
Is he an empty room? Is he a broken clock? Is he an endless need?
Or maybe he’s a wound. Oh, yes -- a wound.
A voice like light, like music.
“Hush, now. You’re just hungry, love.”
The wrist pressed to his mouth; he drinks.
Farewell, it’s gone, all gone. Everything ugly forgotten.
Come father, mother, world.
Spike’s face appears, pale and luminous as the moon.
Night beckons.
Xander rises.
Author: baudown
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. I use them, for love, not money.
Prompt: Lead, 100 words, open_on_sunday
Perhaps he’d always known where it would lead.
Spike never lied. The fault was his. He’d listened only to his heart.
He’d been in love.
He thinks that it was love.
Is he an empty room? Is he a broken clock? Is he an endless need?
Or maybe he’s a wound. Oh, yes -- a wound.
A voice like light, like music.
“Hush, now. You’re just hungry, love.”
The wrist pressed to his mouth; he drinks.
Farewell, it’s gone, all gone. Everything ugly forgotten.
Come father, mother, world.
Spike’s face appears, pale and luminous as the moon.
Night beckons.
Xander rises.
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Date: 2013-01-05 10:04 pm (UTC)Re: Here from buffyversetop5
Date: 2013-01-05 11:08 pm (UTC)