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dragonyphoenix) wrote2013-10-23 07:40 pm
dragonyphoenix) wrote2013-10-23 07:40 pm
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Fic: And would you drink poison for me?
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Rating: G
Setting: S8
Summary/Prompt: Written for the 2013 Halloween Challenge over at SB Fag Ends. Lacrimosa's The Way of the Shadow: hemlock
Note: I'm hoping this counts as Spuffy. I'm trying to suggest that Dru has seen that Spike loves Buffy. It's a moment I adore, when Dru knows Spike is leaving her but Spike doesn't yet have a clue.
Dru, who had been pouting all night, squirmed as Spike wrapped her in his arms. “Come on, luv. Tell me what's wrong.”
She pulled away and ran into the waves. Her feet were bare and her dress soaked up to the knees. “No,” she called back. “You're going to drink hemlock for her. You never drank poison for me.”
"Come back in, pet, and we'll find some poison before the sun rises. I'll drink as much as you want.”
“The little death was mine, but the pyre, the sacrifice, the burning flame, that's hers.”
“Flame? I thought you said I drank … .” Spike rubbed a hand through his hair. “Fire and water, that it? Is this more of that alchemical nonsense?”
“Fire and water. You and me. You shall burn and I? Drown in the sea, where fishies will eat me and guard me from flame.” She fell backward into the waves and Spike squatted down to wait, hoping she'd come back out before the sun rose. He didn't fancy having to drag her back to the house.
Rating: G
Setting: S8
Summary/Prompt: Written for the 2013 Halloween Challenge over at SB Fag Ends. Lacrimosa's The Way of the Shadow: hemlock
Note: I'm hoping this counts as Spuffy. I'm trying to suggest that Dru has seen that Spike loves Buffy. It's a moment I adore, when Dru knows Spike is leaving her but Spike doesn't yet have a clue.
Dru, who had been pouting all night, squirmed as Spike wrapped her in his arms. “Come on, luv. Tell me what's wrong.”
She pulled away and ran into the waves. Her feet were bare and her dress soaked up to the knees. “No,” she called back. “You're going to drink hemlock for her. You never drank poison for me.”
"Come back in, pet, and we'll find some poison before the sun rises. I'll drink as much as you want.”
“The little death was mine, but the pyre, the sacrifice, the burning flame, that's hers.”
“Flame? I thought you said I drank … .” Spike rubbed a hand through his hair. “Fire and water, that it? Is this more of that alchemical nonsense?”
“Fire and water. You and me. You shall burn and I? Drown in the sea, where fishies will eat me and guard me from flame.” She fell backward into the waves and Spike squatted down to wait, hoping she'd come back out before the sun rose. He didn't fancy having to drag her back to the house.
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Drusilla is perfect here, knowing, and yet so lost. You have their dynamic down pat.
I think it's enough Spuffy, anyway.
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I have a question on its spuffiness out to the mods. Since I don't read/write that much spuffy, I figure I'll get their feedback before posting it over there.
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Wednesday, October 23