Thanksgiving

[knifeedgefic]

My ritual sacrifice (with pie) went very well, and I return home with full intentions of writing until my fingers fall off this week (as well as doing a few other minor work related projects before the holidays and putting up the Christmas decorations). However, somehow, without warning I find that I've been nominated at the SunnyD Awards in

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[lockingcaps]

Poetry.

[knifeedgefic]

“I mean it, Spike, not a single word. It was just an... idea. And... clearly I was wrong,” she said. She straightened her shoulders and took a deep breath, then closed the door. Warily they regarded each other in the dim hallway lighting. Her eyes were still huge, limpid. Like deep pools of p -

“C’mon,” Spike said, turning on his heel. Time to go before he started spouting poetry or some other nonsense. “Let’s get out of here.”

[sarahblack]

Suspicious.

[knifeedgefic]

What the hell was he doing? He was William the goddamn Bloody, for chrissakes. He was not the Slayer’s lapdog, not her caretaker, not her sodding houseboy. They weren’t friends. He hated the bitch. So what the hell was he doing emptying her fucking dishwasher and preparing to make her a mug of cocoa? His hand tightened so hard on the mug that it cracked.

“Spike?” Her voice floated out of the living room, suspicious and wary. “What are you doing?”

“Making you hot chocolate, you bloody wench,” he growled back. She was quiet for a full thirty seconds.

“Can you put in two packets so it’s extra chocolatey?” she asked.

Spike swore, first in English, then in German for good measure. “Yeah,” he said, and tossed the pieces of mug into the rubbish bin.

[sarahblack]

Awwwwww! *hugs Spike until his ribs crack*

[knifeedgefic]

This scene is particularly trying for him. He's in a horrible mood, and Buffy has been a major bitch through most of the chapter. I kind of want to hug him, too... only, at this point, he'd probably eat me.

[slaymesoftly]

Congratulations!

[knifeedgefic]

Apparently not a word I've used in DUST, thus far. :) But thank you!

[slaymesoftly]

LOL I'm sure you can work it in somewhere. :)

[knifeedgefic]

Did you have another word choice?

[maryperk73703]

I pick Congratulations too. Hehe.

How about silly?

[knifeedgefic]

He tried to picture her the way she’d described: screaming, whimpering, helpless. He remembered her during the Halloween when Chaos Rayned, remembered the fear in her eyes, the terror. She hadn’t been the Slayer then. Of course, she hadn’t even been Buffy then. She’d just been a silly girl, in a sillier dress, who bore the same face as his arch enemy. That girl was Buffy’s weak spot. Spike was astute enough to recognize that. That girl was buried in the Slayer--a girl longing to be nothing more than ornamental, normal, and hoping for a hero to save her. Spike loved weak spots, vulnerabilities. He loved to find them and exploit them.

[maryperk73703]

Cool.

[yakimama]

Cockstand. ;P
(I'm cheating. I know ... and I don't care)

[knifeedgefic]

since you're cheating, was there a particular excerpt you had in mind? (I count at least three uses of that word)

[yakimama]

Nope. Author's choice.

[knifeedgefic]

Treating him like a tamed mongrel, kicking him to the curb whenever she didn’t like what he had to say, and how twisted was he that the minute she’d laid him out on the sidewalk and planted that sexy little boot of hers across his throat he’d got a bleedin’ cockstand? He’d been so turned on it was nearly painful. Fuck.