Birthday Wishes
I just wanted to pop in and wish a very Happy Birthday to bogwitch!
This week's open_on_sunday drabble challenge was "rain," so I wrote this one for you. Spike and Illyria, just post-NFA. I hope you like it, and have a great day!
Blue Rain
Illyria's blood flows freely, rivers of red mixing with the indigo rain. She's helped them to beat back their foe - they couldn't have done it without her. But her efforts have taken their toll.
"The shell has grown weak. I will not survive much longer."
"Hang in there, Highness," Spike tells her. He knows she's not a woman, and she probably won't appreciate the gesture. But he pulls her into his arms anyway.
"I do not require your comfort, Spike" she says.
"I know."
He feels her relax against him. "But it is not entirely disagreeable."
"You're welcome, Blue."
This week's open_on_sunday drabble challenge was "rain," so I wrote this one for you. Spike and Illyria, just post-NFA. I hope you like it, and have a great day!
Blue Rain
Illyria's blood flows freely, rivers of red mixing with the indigo rain. She's helped them to beat back their foe - they couldn't have done it without her. But her efforts have taken their toll.
"The shell has grown weak. I will not survive much longer."
"Hang in there, Highness," Spike tells her. He knows she's not a woman, and she probably won't appreciate the gesture. But he pulls her into his arms anyway.
"I do not require your comfort, Spike" she says.
"I know."
He feels her relax against him. "But it is not entirely disagreeable."
"You're welcome, Blue."