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Five Drabbles
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still_grrr:The End
Death is so very final.
She dies triumphant, and they all cry about it.
They carry her body back to the house and tenderly place it on the bed.
They sit around drinking, looking at photos, laughing, weeping, and remembering together.
They think up a gravestone and hope she would have liked it.
They bury her in the woods, and leave flowers on the grave. Lots of flowers.
They stand there silent for almost forever, wishing that they knew what to say.
And then they go home.
End of the story, folks, with no more to come.
But Willow wonders.
Certain Sacrifices
“You going to the Bronze tonight?”
“No. I’ve got… other stuff.”
“Like what?” Harmony looked confused.
Cordelia raised her eyebrows. “Are you suddenly my social secretary?”
It worked. Harmony dropped the interrogation, and started talking clothes.
For about five minutes.
“Hi, Cordelia.”
Fake smile. “Hi Willow.”
“Are you ready? Giles wants us to start on the…”
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“…on the, um, homework thing.”
“Oh, sure. I’ll be right there.”
The girls looked appalled. “You’re really going to hang out with them?”
God, why do you hate me?
Did she really have to give up this much to help save the world?
“You going to the Bronze tonight?”
“No. I’ve got… other stuff.”
“Like what?” Harmony looked confused.
Cordelia raised her eyebrows. “Are you suddenly my social secretary?”
It worked. Harmony dropped the interrogation, and started talking clothes.
For about five minutes.
“Hi, Cordelia.”
Fake smile. “Hi Willow.”
“Are you ready? Giles wants us to start on the…”
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“…on the, um, homework thing.”
“Oh, sure. I’ll be right there.”
The girls looked appalled. “You’re really going to hang out with them?”
God, why do you hate me?
Did she really have to give up this much to help save the world?
New Day
A man is only trapped if he allows his soul to be imprisoned. Live as if you are free, and free you shall become.
She’d been trapped for years.
The door shut behind her, and she looked around her new room: single bed, two blankets, three blank walls, and a fourth with bars for decoration.
Real spartan.
“Home, sweet home.”
Shame there wasn’t a tv or something. She’d cope.
Faith dropped onto the bed, took a deep breath, and slowly began to smile.
The prison record being the clean slate? A bit backwards, but that’s really how she saw it.
A man is only trapped if he allows his soul to be imprisoned. Live as if you are free, and free you shall become.
She’d been trapped for years.
The door shut behind her, and she looked around her new room: single bed, two blankets, three blank walls, and a fourth with bars for decoration.
Real spartan.
“Home, sweet home.”
Shame there wasn’t a tv or something. She’d cope.
Faith dropped onto the bed, took a deep breath, and slowly began to smile.
The prison record being the clean slate? A bit backwards, but that’s really how she saw it.
Connected
Tara gave her violets, once.
After class, they met in Tara’s room – just to hang out (or that’s what she told herself).
And she couldn’t stay very long, because they were all meeting at Giles’ house, but they sat on the floor and talked about magic and homework and computers and magic some more, and suddenly Tara was holding a bunch of violets.
She was late to the Scooby meeting, but no-one seemed to notice.
Willow can make flowers grow: daisies, tulips, and something that comes all the way from Paraguay.
But she never grows violets. She’s not ready yet.
Tara gave her violets, once.
After class, they met in Tara’s room – just to hang out (or that’s what she told herself).
And she couldn’t stay very long, because they were all meeting at Giles’ house, but they sat on the floor and talked about magic and homework and computers and magic some more, and suddenly Tara was holding a bunch of violets.
She was late to the Scooby meeting, but no-one seemed to notice.
Willow can make flowers grow: daisies, tulips, and something that comes all the way from Paraguay.
But she never grows violets. She’s not ready yet.
Concert
Funding Request:
-new violin bow
-new timpani
-ticket refunds for 193 audience members
-advertising costs for new orchestra members
-counselling for remaining orchestra members
Reason For Request:
The two women who jumped into the orchestra pit during last night’s performance.
One started attacking the woodwind section
-violin bow snapped when she stabbed the second flautist with it
-this also made the flautist explode, somehow
The other kicked the lead violinist into the timpani
-this broke the timpani
She then attacked the violinist again
-he seems to have disappeared
Police are making inquiries, so far unsuccessfully.
I’d appreciate a quick response.
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Love the Cordy one. Cordy doesn't get near the love she deserves!
And the Faith one. *sigh*
And aaaw that one about Tara and the violets. *sniffle*
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that last one was hysterical
Heh. I have fun with my "Sunnydale Citizens" drabbles (stuff about random Sunnydale people coping with the insanity).
about Tara and the violets. *sniffle*
*sniffles too*
Tara was so lovely...
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The End and Connected were *so* sad. SO SADDDDD.
Certain Sacrifices was adorably Cordy.
New Day just made sense.
Concert was hilarious and an addition to your cop realm of thinking, which I like. And I like that the details of the incident weren't explained except through this random person - made it interesting.
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(Drabbles are so fun.)