writing_game et une_phrase (again)
So, here are my drabbles for week 9 of writing_game. A new board had been posted, it is time to go and play!
That week's drabbles were in the Buffyverse for a change.
“And why shouldn’t I make projects for the future? I mean, I’m a healthy bloke, there are plenty of things I could do.”
“I hate to state the obvious, but technically, you are dead,” quipped a young and cheerful feminine voice.
Turning around, the vampire didn’t let this fact distract him from his projects. “Even better! I will live forever, if only I am a bit careful.”
“Like, if you avoid to meet the Slayer?”
“The Slayer?”
“The mean girl who is there to kill you and your race. Never heard about me? How disappointing.” Raising her stake, she reduced the vampire to a pile of ashes. “Mind you, I had never heard about you either.”
&&&&&&&
“The thing I don’t understand is why they keep attacking the schools, or the university, or… Is it because I am there? Do they wish to make things easier for me?” asked Buffy to the room at large.
“You have too good an opinion of yourself, love,” snorted Spike. “These places simply have the best concentration of young, nubile preys - the best to feed of. The statistics are in our favor: they can’t all escape. It would be a sin to pass upon this opportunity.” Seeing the sharp look that Buffy and Giles threw him, he hastily completed “Not that I do that kind of things any more, as you know very well.” Raising, he went to the fridge and helped himself to a mug of blood, adding some cornflakes for good measure.
&&&&&&&
“What is it Spike, you brought her a breakfast? Warm croissants, maybe?” mocked Tara, stealing him his bakery bag. “What’s in there?” she mused, plunging her hand inside.
She smiled seeing the fresh loaf of bread, the one Buffy liked best, and noticed that Spike was growing uneasy. Wondering what was so embarrassing - aside from the fact that he had actually stepped out of the house before sunset to bring back some breakfast for his girlfriend - she kept searching, and found a solitary muffin, with a almond paste heart on top.
“Don’t think anything of it.” He explained, defensively. “It was the last raisin and chocolate they had, that’s all there is to it.”
“But of course, Spike,” conceded Tara, not fooled for a second. He was so sweet.
&&&&&&&
“So, you and Spike are lovers?” summed up Xander, trying to understand. “Just give me a moment to get used to the situation. It will probably seem a bit less weird in a few minutes. What am I saying? You and Spike? Urgh!”
“Well, I wouldn’t exactly call us ‘lovers’. Willow and Tara are lovers. You and Anya were lovers. But Spike and I? It is just… I don’t know what it is, but I’m quite sure there is very little love involved.” Buffy sighed. “Listen, I’m not very sure about what I am doing. All I can say is that I won’t let him hurt me, I won’t give him so much power over me. In the meantime… Don’t be mad at me, that’s all I’m asking.”
“I won’t,” promised Alex. “I’m your friend, remember?”
&&&&&&&
Anya didn’t know what to do. Well, that wasn’t exactly that. She was grumpy and frustrated, and she had come to the conclusion that a good shag was all she needed. No, the real question was: who to ask. Xander would only be too happy to oblige, but that would unavoidably lead to complications, as he would take it as a sign that she wanted their relationship to resume - and she didn’t, not now, and certainly not so easily for him. Oh no!
In other circumstances, she would only have had to drop by Spike’s crypt - there was certainly no risk of him becoming attached to her. Yet, attachment was the problem, this thing between him and Buffy - that no one had thought to tell her about, by the way - and somehow she felt he wouldn’t be available to… help her.
She could certainly go to the Bronze and pick up a guy, but somehow the idea didn’t appeal to her.
The bell rang, announcing a new customer entering the Magic Box, and Anya automatically put on her charming smile. That faded when she recognized Giles. Then, a thought occurred to her, and she smiled anew…
&&&&&&&
“What? But don’t you have the smallest notion of decency, Anya!” all but coughed Giles.
“There’s nothing indecent in asking for what you want, in my opinion. So, I shall take this as a ‘no’, Mister Englishman?” she shrugged. “Too bad. I would have enjoyed sleeping with you.”
“You would?”
“Look at him, now he is fishing for compliments. Yes, I would. Don’t you remember me mentioning your charm? Do you really think I would mention it casually thinking it could please you? You know me better than that!”
“Well, thank you, I guess.”
“Did you come here for something important? Because if you won’t accommodate me, I will have to find someone else, and I’ve noticed that having another male in the vicinity isn’t very good for making this kind of arrangements.”
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Et en français, j'ai fini mes cinquantes phrases sur Kaamelott, la dernière série est ici.
That week's drabbles were in the Buffyverse for a change.
“And why shouldn’t I make projects for the future? I mean, I’m a healthy bloke, there are plenty of things I could do.”
“I hate to state the obvious, but technically, you are dead,” quipped a young and cheerful feminine voice.
Turning around, the vampire didn’t let this fact distract him from his projects. “Even better! I will live forever, if only I am a bit careful.”
“Like, if you avoid to meet the Slayer?”
“The Slayer?”
“The mean girl who is there to kill you and your race. Never heard about me? How disappointing.” Raising her stake, she reduced the vampire to a pile of ashes. “Mind you, I had never heard about you either.”
&&&&&&&
“The thing I don’t understand is why they keep attacking the schools, or the university, or… Is it because I am there? Do they wish to make things easier for me?” asked Buffy to the room at large.
“You have too good an opinion of yourself, love,” snorted Spike. “These places simply have the best concentration of young, nubile preys - the best to feed of. The statistics are in our favor: they can’t all escape. It would be a sin to pass upon this opportunity.” Seeing the sharp look that Buffy and Giles threw him, he hastily completed “Not that I do that kind of things any more, as you know very well.” Raising, he went to the fridge and helped himself to a mug of blood, adding some cornflakes for good measure.
&&&&&&&
“What is it Spike, you brought her a breakfast? Warm croissants, maybe?” mocked Tara, stealing him his bakery bag. “What’s in there?” she mused, plunging her hand inside.
She smiled seeing the fresh loaf of bread, the one Buffy liked best, and noticed that Spike was growing uneasy. Wondering what was so embarrassing - aside from the fact that he had actually stepped out of the house before sunset to bring back some breakfast for his girlfriend - she kept searching, and found a solitary muffin, with a almond paste heart on top.
“Don’t think anything of it.” He explained, defensively. “It was the last raisin and chocolate they had, that’s all there is to it.”
“But of course, Spike,” conceded Tara, not fooled for a second. He was so sweet.
&&&&&&&
“So, you and Spike are lovers?” summed up Xander, trying to understand. “Just give me a moment to get used to the situation. It will probably seem a bit less weird in a few minutes. What am I saying? You and Spike? Urgh!”
“Well, I wouldn’t exactly call us ‘lovers’. Willow and Tara are lovers. You and Anya were lovers. But Spike and I? It is just… I don’t know what it is, but I’m quite sure there is very little love involved.” Buffy sighed. “Listen, I’m not very sure about what I am doing. All I can say is that I won’t let him hurt me, I won’t give him so much power over me. In the meantime… Don’t be mad at me, that’s all I’m asking.”
“I won’t,” promised Alex. “I’m your friend, remember?”
&&&&&&&
Anya didn’t know what to do. Well, that wasn’t exactly that. She was grumpy and frustrated, and she had come to the conclusion that a good shag was all she needed. No, the real question was: who to ask. Xander would only be too happy to oblige, but that would unavoidably lead to complications, as he would take it as a sign that she wanted their relationship to resume - and she didn’t, not now, and certainly not so easily for him. Oh no!
In other circumstances, she would only have had to drop by Spike’s crypt - there was certainly no risk of him becoming attached to her. Yet, attachment was the problem, this thing between him and Buffy - that no one had thought to tell her about, by the way - and somehow she felt he wouldn’t be available to… help her.
She could certainly go to the Bronze and pick up a guy, but somehow the idea didn’t appeal to her.
The bell rang, announcing a new customer entering the Magic Box, and Anya automatically put on her charming smile. That faded when she recognized Giles. Then, a thought occurred to her, and she smiled anew…
&&&&&&&
“What? But don’t you have the smallest notion of decency, Anya!” all but coughed Giles.
“There’s nothing indecent in asking for what you want, in my opinion. So, I shall take this as a ‘no’, Mister Englishman?” she shrugged. “Too bad. I would have enjoyed sleeping with you.”
“You would?”
“Look at him, now he is fishing for compliments. Yes, I would. Don’t you remember me mentioning your charm? Do you really think I would mention it casually thinking it could please you? You know me better than that!”
“Well, thank you, I guess.”
“Did you come here for something important? Because if you won’t accommodate me, I will have to find someone else, and I’ve noticed that having another male in the vicinity isn’t very good for making this kind of arrangements.”
****
Et en français, j'ai fini mes cinquantes phrases sur Kaamelott, la dernière série est ici.