Fic: Funeral In His Heart

[dragonyphoenix]

Title: Funeral In His Heart
Word Count: 160
Notes: Written for Advent Drabbles and a prompt at Fag Ends: star, although I’m not sure how that prompt transmuted into this story
Rating: PG for character death
Setting: At Buffy's grave
Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Notes: Similar theme to my Spander story One Old Tux
Notes: Story title comes from an October Project song.

Every evening, as soon as it was safe to go outside and sometimes before, Spike found himself at Buffy’s grave. Sometimes he’d bring a bottle and drunkenly rail at her for leaving him, but not often. He’d promised to keep an eye on Little Bit after all, and he didn’t want to disappoint Buffy by neglecting his responsibilites. Other nights, when he knew Dawn was under Willow’s, or even better Tara’s, watchful eyes, he’d bring a flower, a pure white rose, and sit with her, in silence, the whole night through.

Once he recited a poem. That had taken all his courage. Even with the dead, he found it difficult to share his innermost heart.

Each and every night he longed for a real winter, for trees swept bare of dried brown leaves, for a chill wind that cut him to the bone, for grass shriveled up and colorless, so that the world would reflect the desolation in his heart.

Comments

[skargasm.livejournal.com]

*sniffle sniffle* Poor Woobie - come and let me give you a hug :'(

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

I'm sure that'll make it all better.

[samueljames]

Sad but beautiful.

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[diebirchen.livejournal.com]

We all have our own times of desolation in the heart.

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

That we do.

[slaymesoftly.livejournal.com]

Very nice. I can just picture him sitting there.

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I actually went through a couple of scenarios before picking Spike at Buffy's grave: Dawn at other Buffy's or Joyce's grave, but the Spike one just worked better for me.

[moscow-watcher.livejournal.com]

*pets poor Spike*

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

Awwww, that's so sweet of you!

[dianificus.livejournal.com]

To get angry with the world because it keeps going on when one's world is broken, angry with the mild winter for not reflecting one's grief. It was beautiful, thanks!

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

Oh I love you. You make my story sound amazing! Thanks. ;-)

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I was posting a story a day for advent, so I can see how you could have missed one. ;-)