Drabble, nom, and updates
So that month with sporadic updates turned into a month of no updates at all, but things were even busier than I'd expected. :/ I've been sitting on top of a nearly completed chapter for a few weeks now, though, so I should almost definitely have an update this Thursday.
Oh, and my old Buffy/Gunn oneshot has also been nominated at the SunnyD Awards! Much thanks and many warm and fuzzies! <3 (There's no Gunn button at the site. There's a Gwen one and a Jasmine one, but no Gunn. Hm.) Anyway, voting has already begun there, with some especially wonderful people on the nominees list, so go and vote!
...I should probably get in the habit of updating here more often. But it feels so inane to make posts without fic in them. Case in point... (And this one's about as cliche as it gets. :/ )
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Drabble: Reunion (Spike/Buffy)
She’s waiting in the parking lot under Wolfram and Hart when he arrives, leaning against Angel’s Viper and inspecting her nails as she chews nervously on her lower lip.
He stares. Blinks. Keeps staring.
She offers him a sad little smile. “Heard you were here. Thought you’d come in through here.”
And something insane and insecure within him makes him blurt out, “Angel’s upstairs. In one of those big office-type rooms. It’s just me down here.”
“You’re such an idiot,” she says, and in one swift move, she’s yanked him closer and is pressing soft, determined lips to his.
Oh, and my old Buffy/Gunn oneshot has also been nominated at the SunnyD Awards! Much thanks and many warm and fuzzies! <3 (There's no Gunn button at the site. There's a Gwen one and a Jasmine one, but no Gunn. Hm.) Anyway, voting has already begun there, with some especially wonderful people on the nominees list, so go and vote!
...I should probably get in the habit of updating here more often. But it feels so inane to make posts without fic in them. Case in point... (And this one's about as cliche as it gets. :/ )
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Drabble: Reunion (Spike/Buffy)
She’s waiting in the parking lot under Wolfram and Hart when he arrives, leaning against Angel’s Viper and inspecting her nails as she chews nervously on her lower lip.
He stares. Blinks. Keeps staring.
She offers him a sad little smile. “Heard you were here. Thought you’d come in through here.”
And something insane and insecure within him makes him blurt out, “Angel’s upstairs. In one of those big office-type rooms. It’s just me down here.”
“You’re such an idiot,” she says, and in one swift move, she’s yanked him closer and is pressing soft, determined lips to his.