A ficlet. And zombies.

[_dellamore]

Uh. My cerebrum has dessicated into a burnt-up little seed. This journal is atrophying. And on. Thus, random!fic happens wherein I mightily dick over a) BtVS Season 2 canon, and b) the logic of starting fires. For a good cause, I assure you.

Title: Lions
Words: 1,312
Summary: Lions always hit the heights.

Comments

[tabaqui]

OH, this is a spiff little thing. I do LIKE this.
And, oh yeah, more would be awesome.
*bounce*
Spike, burned with heat-madness, shaking and high, knocks his teeth against Angelus's.
They clatter, scrape, kiss, a fever of fire raging in the backdrop.

Niiiiiiice.

[_dellamore]

Hee, thank you for the feedback! Always good to hear that more would be welcomed.

Eee. And that's my teeny one-line venture into S/A territory; glad it didn't come out too awkward. *G*

[tabaqui]

Heheh.
Yeah. S/A is skeery, and i don't go there *i 'ship S/X mostly* but i liked the line and what it...felt like.
You know?
Good stuff.
I think...i'm gonna friend you, if you don't mind.
No need to friend back.
:)

[_dellamore]

Again, thank you so much. I'm all blushy and warm over here.

Yeah, I don't usually groove on S/A either, but then I'm pretty rigid in my S/X ways. As everything I've ever written will attest. Hee.

Ah, I don't mind in the least, and I'm *definitely* gonna friend you back. Here's to S/X and mutual friending. *G*

[tabaqui]

Hehe.
Yeah, me to - S/X 4evah!!
Hehe.
Mutual friending it is!

[witling]

Plus also, holy cow, nice icon.