drabble: "Feast Day" Spike/Dru
["Feast Day". BtVSAtSFF. Spike+Dru arrive in the Firefly-verse. PG fluff.]
Feast Day
The world's gone all to bits, and she only just escaped with him, but in the end they tucked themselves into a cargo hold and squeezed tight. When they awoke, the worlds were all new. She clapped her hands and dragged him through the crowded streets, and the best thing is:
the suns don't burn them here.
She makes him waltz her through the crowded marketplace, lets go to sample a bloodfilled refugee, unfolds herself into the light of the new baby star that's just beginning, not yet hot enough to singe them.
And so they shall dance without ceasing.
Feast Day
The world's gone all to bits, and she only just escaped with him, but in the end they tucked themselves into a cargo hold and squeezed tight. When they awoke, the worlds were all new. She clapped her hands and dragged him through the crowded streets, and the best thing is:
the suns don't burn them here.
She makes him waltz her through the crowded marketplace, lets go to sample a bloodfilled refugee, unfolds herself into the light of the new baby star that's just beginning, not yet hot enough to singe them.
And so they shall dance without ceasing.