So before I sign off for the night...
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lonelybritBleh. Another exam from one of the lesser rings of hell. Drat.
Anyway. On the plus side, only three to go! **dance of joy**
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randyfangame in an attempt to make my brain vaguely solidify before attempting sleep.
Set sometime late Season 1, early Season 2.
Flames.
“Are you this is a good idea?” asked Cordelia for the tenth time.
Wesley simply gave her a look.
Before them, the pudding sat resplendent on its china platter. Cherries twinkled in the dim light, sultanas glistened like jewels, the sprig of holly proudly adorned…
No, thought Angel gloomily, his imagination caving under the strain, no, it doesn’t. It looks like a lump of coal, it’s sucking the light out of the room, it hit that platter like a cannonball when Wes upended the bowl earlier.
“I like my apartment,” Cordelia persisted, a damp tablecloth hovering anxiously in the kitchen doorway behind her. “Preferably unscorched and soot free.”
“Oh hush, I’m concentrating.”
Cautiously the lit match was lowered into the mug of nuked brandy.
Blue flames rushed out in a silent breath of fire, flecks of gold and amber flashing in the dark as Wesley hastily poured the living mixture over the desolate pudding. They washed over wizened raisins, currants glinting with the fire that danced and leapt over them, twisting and reaching. And then in a shimmer of heat they were gone, leaving only their silence behind them.
Angel gave a small smile.
“Nice.”
Anyway. On the plus side, only three to go! **dance of joy**
A quick drabble for
randyfangame in an attempt to make my brain vaguely solidify before attempting sleep.Set sometime late Season 1, early Season 2.
Flames.
“Are you this is a good idea?” asked Cordelia for the tenth time.
Wesley simply gave her a look.
Before them, the pudding sat resplendent on its china platter. Cherries twinkled in the dim light, sultanas glistened like jewels, the sprig of holly proudly adorned…
No, thought Angel gloomily, his imagination caving under the strain, no, it doesn’t. It looks like a lump of coal, it’s sucking the light out of the room, it hit that platter like a cannonball when Wes upended the bowl earlier.
“I like my apartment,” Cordelia persisted, a damp tablecloth hovering anxiously in the kitchen doorway behind her. “Preferably unscorched and soot free.”
“Oh hush, I’m concentrating.”
Cautiously the lit match was lowered into the mug of nuked brandy.
Blue flames rushed out in a silent breath of fire, flecks of gold and amber flashing in the dark as Wesley hastily poured the living mixture over the desolate pudding. They washed over wizened raisins, currants glinting with the fire that danced and leapt over them, twisting and reaching. And then in a shimmer of heat they were gone, leaving only their silence behind them.
Angel gave a small smile.
“Nice.”
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Date: 2004-05-06 06:10 pm (UTC)And yay for almost being done with exams. I was so relieved when mine were over.
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Date: 2004-05-07 10:15 am (UTC)Congrats on your exam results btw. Really really well done! :)
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Date: 2004-05-07 10:16 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2004-05-06 10:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-07 10:17 am (UTC)*hugs*
Thank you. Don't worry, I know you're as pure and innocent as the undriven snow :)
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Date: 2004-05-07 03:54 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-05-07 08:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-07 10:18 am (UTC)Why thank you! **huggles**
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Date: 2004-05-07 10:20 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-05-07 02:52 pm (UTC)Like Angel said. Nice. All sweet and warm and with a lovely lyrical description that was like finding the silver coin in the middle of the pudding.
A yummy treat, and makes me miss the gang just kicking it old school.
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Date: 2004-05-07 03:24 pm (UTC)Thank you!
I hate being such a lightweight. Took me three attempts to spell 'hugs' correctly!
I do miss the early dynamic of AI when it was just Cordy, Wes and Angel. So sad to see how it all ended up. Cordy, dead. Wesley... damn. Remember the days when he used to just light up because someone said something nice? *sniff*
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Date: 2004-05-07 04:06 pm (UTC)I signed up for
And I finished AboD last night and sent it to
You don't know the meaning of lightweight, girlie. Since the girls were born my capacity for alcohol has plummeted to derisory levels. As hubby so neatly puts it, half a glass of chardonnay and I'm anybody's.
*hugs your tipsy little self and goes in search of Black Muscat Elysium*
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Date: 2004-05-07 04:10 pm (UTC)Head Boy Wes. Dear God, the mind boggles. I am so going to hell when this mortal coil has burned through... ;)
*hugs* So happy to know I'm not the only one floored by a single glass of wine :)