desoto_hia873: (I Heart Nerds - eyesthatslay)
Andrew!

And associated drabbley nonsense (which won't make much sense if you haven't seen tonight's episode and will not greatly enhance your life even if you have):

People change. Once he'd been a geek living in backwater California. Now here he was in one of the world's great cities, vivendo la buona vita! Sì, i vini superb, le donne belle...

A spasm of coughing overtook him, leaving him flushed and breathless. Yeah, okay, that part of the good life wasn't so buona. But stopping smoking was hard – astonishingly, he'd actually learned to inhale and nicotine proved a demanding mistress. He really was going to quit this time, though. He popped another piece of gum into his mouth.

Now if he could just do something about the diarrhoea.

Drabble

Nov. 6th, 2005 10:08 pm
desoto_hia873: (William & Poetry - eyesthatslay)
The prompt this week at [livejournal.com profile] open_on_sunday was 'writing'. This makes three weeks of drabbles in row for me - truly, I am a writing machine.

~*~

Halfrek shuddered. It had been a horrible evening. First she’d had to pose as a stuffy Victorian, attend a tedious party, and wait hours for her target to make a wish. Then, as if that hadn’t been enough, that insipid little man – William, was it? – had made calf eyes at her all night and, in a woefully misguided attempt at flattery, had composed a perfectly dreadful poem about her.

It was at times like these that Halfrek was grateful to have ascended from merely human to a vengeance demon – it was far better to be righting wrongs than writing them.
desoto_hia873: (Willow Boo - wickedgoddess_)
I had to stand in a long line-up to get my driver's license renewed today - you can blame this nonsense on the boredom of that unthrilling task.

~*~

Buffy chased the dark figure through the field, grumbling to herself. It was Halloween – all self-respecting demons were supposed to take the night off. Hadn’t this one gotten the memo?

She put on an extra burst of speed, lunged, and decapitated it with her sword. A large orange head rolled to her feet and stared up at her with empty triangular eyes. Toys spilled from a sack still gripped by the body’s hands. Confused, Buffy turned to see a small boy clutching a blanket, his lip trembling and his eyes brimming with tears.

Oh God.

She’d killed the Great Pumpkin.
desoto_hia873: (Willow Boo - wickedgoddess_)
For [livejournal.com profile] open_on_sunday, on time! Happy Halloween to all my flist.

Title: Night of the New Moon
Rating: G

Jordy watched his cousin in awe. He'd been away a long time – Tibet, he said – learning not only to control his demon but to bring it forth at will. He was hunched over now, his eyes shut, breathing deeply and whispering strange-sounding phrases. In response, muscles clenched and swelled, brown tufts of fur sprouted on face and hands, and nails lengthened into jagged claws. The incantation ceased; the grin that split the monstrous face was filled with fangs, but Oz's eyes smiled reassuringly at him from beneath the heavy brow.

Whoa – his friends were gonna freak! Best Halloween costume ever!

Drabble!

Oct. 26th, 2005 12:26 am
desoto_hia873: (Short Is Good - Redeem147)
This week's prompt at [livejournal.com profile] open_on_sunday was "trust". I missed the deadline by minutes (why does inspiration always strike in the middle of the night?!?), so I'm posting what was to be my contribution here instead.

Setting: BtVS S6
Rating: It doesn't get any more G than this.

He’d been coming to them for years. Been a loyal customer since the first day they started the business. Their service had always been excellent – their employees courteous, their prices fair, and the work professionally done. No matter how difficult the tasks he brought them, they’d never failed him.

This one must have been a toughie, though. His favourite – and luckiest – golf shirt, nearly ruined. The big tournament was on Saturday and he needed it. Had they been able to save it?

With trepidation, he peeled back the plastic, looked closely – and felt like dancing.

They got the mustard out!

Squee!

Jul. 15th, 2005 11:32 am
desoto_hia873: (William & Poetry - eyesthatslay)
I got Runner-Up at the RDAs. :-)

RDA R1 Drabble Award

Title: Beneath Her
Rating: PG-13

William had to leave the party early. Cecily had been there again, looking wondrous and alluring in a gown of silk and taffeta. The pearls around her neck accentuated the daring décolletage of her dress and the lush curves of her bosom. Her comeliness sent shivers of delight to his nether regions, leaving him breathless and more than a little embarrassed by their reaction.

He lay in bed, consumed by sinful thoughts and wicked desire. He imagined her above him, wearing nothing but her pearls, pressing her warmth and softness against him.

William groaned. He yearned to be beneath her.

***

Congrats to all the other RDA Round 1 winners - there were some mighty fine stories entered.
desoto_hia873: (William & Poetry - eyesthatslay)
[livejournal.com profile] ladywenham told me to write a William drabble, so I did. And one of the senior members of my department almost read it, as he came into my office looking for a report a few minutes ago. ::blushes::

ETA: Squee!


RDA R1 Drabble Award


Title: Beneath Her
Rating: PG-13

William had to leave the party early. Cecily had been there again, looking wondrous and alluring in a gown of silk and taffeta. The pearls around her neck accentuated the daring décolletage of her dress and the lush curves of her bosom. Her comeliness sent shivers of delight to his nether regions, leaving him breathless and more than a little embarrassed by their reaction.

He lay in bed, consumed by sinful thoughts and wicked desire. He imagined her above him, wearing nothing but her pearls, pressing her warmth and softness against him.

William groaned. He wished he was beneath her.
desoto_hia873: (William & Poetry - eyesthatslay)
Title: Dianthus barbatus
Setting: Post-Chosen
Rating: G

In the days following the final battle, Buffy missed him often. She tried not to dwell on it, but small things constantly reminded her: The smell of leather, blond hair glimpsed in a crowd, a curling trail of cigarette smoke.

She came to the Farmer's Market to clear her mind of pain and death, and immerse herself in the bustling profusion of life. The smiling faces, wholesome foods, and enticing aromas cheered her. An arrangement of old-fashioned, brightly coloured flowers caught her attention. She reached for the tag and gasped as her eyes flooded with tears.

Dianthus barbatus

Sweet William.

Drabble

May. 25th, 2005 05:22 pm
desoto_hia873: (Short Is Good - Redeem147)
Title: Runaways
Rating: G

She lived in a dingy apartment. Worked in a seedy diner. Her customers gave her a hard time when she got their orders wrong. The men leered at her and groped her when they thought they could get away with it. They never knew that the pretty blonde girl could have broken their necks with just one swift blow.

She should have known she couldn’t run, couldn’t forget, couldn’t hide. That her past would seek her out. One day, a stranger called her name and she knew it was time.

Nikita returned to Section One; Buffy went home to Sunnydale.

**

I just started working my way through Nikita S2 and the parallels between the season-opener Hard Landing and BtVS's Anne were too obvious to ignore. Plus they aired in the same year. *And* Nikita was wearing a large silver cross pendant in Hard Landing (which you can just barely see in the icon below which, I think, was made by [livejournal.com profile] roulade). Odd.



Ah. Found a better picture of the cross at www.fire-ice.org:



I'll stop now.
desoto_hia873: (Gold Spuffy - celestialpearl)
Written for [livejournal.com profile] crackers4jenn for her birthday. Season 2 Spuffy is a challenge!

Title: And So It Began
Setting: During School Hard, BtVS Season 2
Rating: G

He found her in a club filled with teenagers and a band playing moody songs. Through the crowded room, he knew her immediately. She beckoned to him. Her light called to his darkness. He moved closer and the nearness of her flooded his senses. He could see only her, hear only her, smell only her. He yearned to fight her. He could already taste her.

He watched as she rose from her seat and began to sway in slow rhythm with the music.

"I'm one step away from crashing to my knees,
One step away..."


Their dance had just begun.

[A/N: Lyrics are from Stupid Thing by Nickel - it was the song that the band in the Bronze was playing during the scene in School Hard when Spike first saw Buffy - interesting, if unintentional, foreshadowing!]

A Drabble!

May. 3rd, 2005 01:35 pm
desoto_hia873: (DeSoto Spike)
For [livejournal.com profile] phendog, who requested a graduation-themed drabble.

She came back to see her former classmates graduate. No one knew she was there – if they couldn’t see her when she was one of them, they certainly couldn’t see her now. She listened to the boring speeches, watched in astonishment as the Mayor transformed, and clapped her hands when the vampires ran amok. Seeing Principal Snyder get eaten made her laugh out loud.

Then the students banded together, pulled out their weapons, defeated the demons, and blew up the school. The number of casualties was disappointingly low.

Still bitter, Marcie turned away. She’d been cheering for the giant snake.
desoto_hia873: (Buffy - queenmab)
This one took me less than two days to write! Whoo! But I still couldn't think of a title.


Setting: Sometime post-Grave
Rating: PG

Buffy sighed and wondered if she’d ever feel normal again. She was as big as a whale. None of her real clothes fit and everything new hung on her like a pup tent. She had to pee every twenty minutes. Her desire for weird food combinations left even Dawn in awe. (Sardines and chocolate sauce? Where had that come from?) No longer could she sprint through cemeteries in pursuit of demons; all she could manage now was a sedate and distinctly unslayer-like waddle.

Cold dead seed, her ass. She was going to kill Spike the next time she saw him.
desoto_hia873: (Bloody Hell Spike - crackers4jenn)
RDA Nomination Round 3

Title: Some Things Were Just Meant To Be
Setting: Post-Not Fade Away
Rating: PG

Spike strode through the darkened streets, shivering. It had been a week since he’d Shanshued and he still wasn’t used to the sensations and frailties of his new humanity. He had to remember to dress more warmly at night.

Yellow eyes glittered in an alley. The blow came from behind and fangs plunged into his neck. Spike struggled, but his strength was no match for the vampire’s. Darkness came swiftly.

*

Consciousness returned in a rush. It was raining, but he didn’t feel the cold anymore. What he did feel was hungry. Hungry for...

His hands flew to his face.

"Bugger."
desoto_hia873: (Short Is Good - Redeem147)
Two drabbles in three weeks. I am a writing machine!


Title: But For The Grace of God...
Setting: BtVS Season 7
Rating: G

Giles swore under his breath in frustration. Hayley, the newly found Potential at his side, regarded him worriedly. The ticket agent merely looked resigned.

"I'm sorry, sir, but that flight is full. Quantas has a non-stop flight leaving Sydney for Los Angeles tomorrow at 8 am. There are still two seats available – I can book those for you if you’d like."

Swallowing his impatience, Giles nodded and handed the agent his credit card. They’d just have to wait until morning.

It was several days before they heard that Oceanic Flight 815 had been lost, all passengers missing and presumed dead.


(A/N: This is, of course, a sort of crossover with the series Lost. It was such an obvious choice that I just couldn't help myself.)

Looky!

Dec. 21st, 2004 04:17 pm
desoto_hia873: (Short Is Good - Redeem147)
A drabble. I wrote a whole drabble. Go me!

Posted to [livejournal.com profile] buffyverse1000; ergo, slightly naughty.

Lindsey/Hand )
desoto_hia873: (Default)
Just to prove that I do know poems other than those by Ogden Nash... Pretty sure I'm not the only one who had this thought.

Title: King of Kings
Setting: AtS Shells
Rating: G

Wesley dives through the portal to Vahla ha'Nesh and lands painfully on a stone floor. Ahead of him, Illyria strides down the steps to her temple.

“You're too late. My army will rise. This world will be mine once again.”

Struggling to his feet, he follows. He finds her on her knees, her face a mixture of shock and desolation. She gazes upon the broken columns, the shattered statue, and the dusty remains of her once-mighty army. Sand falls through her fingers.

“My world is gone.”

Wesley surveys the ruins and whispers quietly, “My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings...”



Ozymandias

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley
desoto_hia873: (Default)
Title: Parsley Is Gharsely, Part II
Setting: The Wishverse
Rating: PG

Xander circled the terrified girl, running a finger languidly over her shoulder and along her collar bone. She stood, quivering, too frightened to run, her glasses sliding unchecked down her nose. She held an armload of books. He glanced at their titles and saw “An Anthology of Verse”.

“Poetry.” A lazy grin spread across his face as he began to recite.

“A girl who is bespectacled,
She may not get her necktacled...”


His features transformed and he plunged his fangs deep into her neck, drinking greedily. Dropping her lifeless body to the ground, he reconsidered.

“But, then again, she might.”



A girl who is bespectacled
She may not get her necktacled;
But safety pins and bassinets
Await the girl who fassinets.

--Ogden Nash
desoto_hia873: (Default)
Title: Parsley Is Gharsely
Setting: BtVS, sometime in S1-S3
Rating: G

Giles emerged from his office and passed Xander at the library table engrossed in a book. Wait... Xander reading a book?

Maybe there was hope for the lad after all.

"Xander, what’s that you have there?"

"Huh? Oh – it’s a book of poetry."

"Poetry." Giles beamed. "Tennyson? Browning? Shelley?"

"Ogden Nash. Hee - listen:

Tell me, O Octopus, I begs,
Is those things arms, or is they legs?
I marvel at thee, Octopus;
If I were thou, I’d call me us."


Giles’s head drooped. He continued on his way.

"Or how about this: God in His wisdom made the fly..."



[Author's Note: That last one finishes with

'And then forgot to tell us why.'

I also tried to use this one, but it was too long:

The Perfect Husband

He tells you when you’ve got on too much lipstick,
And helps you with your girdle when your hips stick.


I love Ogden Nash. :-)]
desoto_hia873: (Default)
My brain wasn't co-operating with me yesterday, but I just had to use this song title. Better late than never...


Title: Buzz The Fuzz
Rating: G
Setting: Post-Not Fade Away, but no spoilers

He’d been through many changes in his life. A shy, earnest youth with a yearning for the arts, he’d grown up in relative obscurity. Then he’d met Drusilla and become a vampire – and found that it suited him. He transformed his image to match his new persona and discovered a reckless joy he hadn’t known before. Soon millions knew his name. He became a legend.

Now it was time for another change. He ran his hand over his bleached blond hair. He’d had a good run, but it was time to move on.

It was time to buzz the fuzz.


[A/N: Is this one about Spike or James Marsters? You decide. :-)]
desoto_hia873: (Default)
Lord, sometimes it's hard to get these things out. I don't know what's going on with my brain, but it just does *not* want to string words together in a pleasant way these days. I seem to have a serious case of writer's blech.

Anyway, hopefully this one's not too awful. The title is also a David Bowie song title (duh).


Title: A Small Plot of Land
Rating: PG
Setting: Way, way pre-BtVS and Angel

In life, she’d never had anything she could call her own. Not the beautiful rooms or gowns in which she was displayed. Her body belonged to the man who sold her and was shared among the men who hired her. Even her name had been lost in the confusion of indifference, despair, and disease.

In death, however, things were different. She looked at her grave – a small plot of land, it was all that had ever been hers and hers alone. Then she smiled and took the hand of the ancient vampire who was going to give her the world.

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