Drabble
Apparently it's International Day of Slash. So how about some more drabbles? Three drabbles, three different pairings. Giles/books *g*, Spike/Connor (I know! It was gonna be really smutty evilbadwrong incest Angel/Connor but it just refused to come *sighs*) and finally Spangel, because there can't be a day of slash without them.
For catvampcrazines based on this icon:
Bibliophilia
What tipped the scales in deciding his future had without doubt been the smell. That musky and mysterious scent of leather and paper, dust and past readers. Of course there were other factors; it was his destiny, his fate and, most importantly, his duty. So his father said and arguing seemed pointless. He still could have walked away.
In the end though, they drew him in. Pages filled with more questions than answers, carrying more weight in a single page than all of his father's speeches.
They called him a Watcher but in his heart he knew what he was.
For nimenic based on this icon:
Like Father Like Son
He truly was his father's son. Broody, sulky, fists up and ready to fight off the world at large. Handsome too, and he knew it. Not his father's muscular (and lately softening, Spike smirked) bulk though, but that deceptive delicacy of his mother, hiding a strength that was shocking as much as exhilarating. Much better hair than the old poof, shaggy and soft; mouth almost feminine as it twisted into another teenage pout. The eyes were pure Angelus though. Dark in anger, sparkling when he smiled. Burning like fire as Spike pushed him down.
Not the same, but close enough.
And at last a silly one for secondalto based on this icon:
The Burden of Proof
“Okay...” Angel gritted his teeth, reluctant defeat in his voice. “I believe you.”
“Yeah?”
He didn't need to see Spike's face to hear the smirk in his voice.
“Yes. Now can you please...”
“Tell me.”
He hissed in frustration. “What?”
“Tell me how big it is.”
Forget smirk, that was the voice of pure evil grinning.
“Spike...” He growled in warning but it was promptly ignored.
“Come on, Angel. Say it or else...”
“Fine! It's huge. It's big enough to scare a fucking donkey. Now move or I swear I'll rip the damn thing off!"
"Bugger, now you scared it."
"Spike!"
For catvampcrazines based on this icon:
Bibliophilia
What tipped the scales in deciding his future had without doubt been the smell. That musky and mysterious scent of leather and paper, dust and past readers. Of course there were other factors; it was his destiny, his fate and, most importantly, his duty. So his father said and arguing seemed pointless. He still could have walked away.
In the end though, they drew him in. Pages filled with more questions than answers, carrying more weight in a single page than all of his father's speeches.
They called him a Watcher but in his heart he knew what he was.
For nimenic based on this icon:
Like Father Like Son
He truly was his father's son. Broody, sulky, fists up and ready to fight off the world at large. Handsome too, and he knew it. Not his father's muscular (and lately softening, Spike smirked) bulk though, but that deceptive delicacy of his mother, hiding a strength that was shocking as much as exhilarating. Much better hair than the old poof, shaggy and soft; mouth almost feminine as it twisted into another teenage pout. The eyes were pure Angelus though. Dark in anger, sparkling when he smiled. Burning like fire as Spike pushed him down.
Not the same, but close enough.
And at last a silly one for secondalto based on this icon:
The Burden of Proof
“Okay...” Angel gritted his teeth, reluctant defeat in his voice. “I believe you.”
“Yeah?”
He didn't need to see Spike's face to hear the smirk in his voice.
“Yes. Now can you please...”
“Tell me.”
He hissed in frustration. “What?”
“Tell me how big it is.”
Forget smirk, that was the voice of pure evil grinning.
“Spike...” He growled in warning but it was promptly ignored.
“Come on, Angel. Say it or else...”
“Fine! It's huge. It's big enough to scare a fucking donkey. Now move or I swear I'll rip the damn thing off!"
"Bugger, now you scared it."
"Spike!"