Drabbles: Uncut Wood, First Snow, and Mystical Enchantment
AN for all drabbles: Since Mys’ muses were being evil and generally cantankerous she didn’t want to sully the Xandry One’s good name by making her beta these, therefore, all mistakes and horriblenesses (yes, Mys knows that’s not a word) are Mys’ and Mys’ alone.
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Author: Cobalt Mystic
Title: Uncut Wood
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG, but once again only because it’s boys playing with boys
Feedback: Mys has decided that she actually likes FB, so… constructive crit is fine, just be prepared for Mys to defend/explain her choices, and try not to do any permanent damage, k.
Disclaimer: Just playing with the pretty kittens. Unfortunately, they are not mine, but I will gladly groom and bathe them before sending them back home to Daddy (aka Joss/Mutant Enemy/et al).
Warnings/Squicks: random acts of Taoist philosophy
Summary: Do drabbles really have to have summaries? It’s Mys writing Spike and quoting the Tao Te Ching, how much more of a summary can you give, lol?
AN1: “…know the raw silk; hold the uncut wood. Need little, want less. Forget the rules. Be untroubled.” Ursula K. LeGuin’s beautiful translation of Lao Tzu’s Tao Te Ching Book 1, Verse 19
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Spike traced the contours of his lover’s hand. Tracing head line, heart line, and life line. Skitting along the edges of each finger. Memorizing every callous and cut, every scar, no matter how small.
He loved these strong workman’s hands. Hands that spent their days creating, giving shape and meaning to lifeless objects- the irony of that wasn’t lost on the vampire. These beautiful hands so warm to his cool touch. They held so much passion, even when they touched in anger. His lover’s hands, liken to the rest of him, harboured such immense power, and when it was released the fire of the Furies held less potence.
Years spent using these powerful hands to protect and defend, and still they were the truest, purest things Spike had ever known, and he knew these hands, knew them better than he knew his own. He knew how they moved, how they felt- working his flesh with sure firm strokes interspersed with delicate feathered explorations. He knew the way they molded to his body, cascading over his flesh like a slow Summer brook.
These were the hands that held him with such tender compassion when the nightmares came. Hands that promised comfort and safety with their touch. A touch so familiar, burnt into his memory and his skin long before they became lovers.
In the wee hours of the morning, when the orange and purple filaments of day had just begun their inevitable encroachment on the darkness and he felt most vulnerable, most alone that these hands first marked him. They hadn’t marked him as so many others had with bruises or blood or hate, but with serenity.
Tied to that damnible chair, a helpless lump of dead flesh thrashing impotently against the ghosts and terrors of his mind. Then a hand, not caressing or squeezing, just laying a softly against his cool skin. In that moment he loved and hated the hand, the boy, the warmth in equal measure. He loved the security it gave him and hated the vulnerability he obviously showed. He loved the connection and hated that it should be his food. He loved the comfort and hated that he needed it.
These hands broke him, as surely as they rebuilt him. He kissed each finger, worshipping the hands and the man who gave meaning to his lifeless form.
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Author: Cobalt Mystic
Title: First Snow
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG, but once again only because it’s boys playing with boys
Feedback: Mys has decided that she actually likes FB, so… constructive crit is fine, just be prepared for Mys to defend/explain her choices, and try not to do any permanent damage, k.
Disclaimer: Just playing with the pretty kittens. Unfortunately, they are not mine, but I will gladly groom and bathe them before sending them back home to Daddy (aka Joss/Mutant Enemy/et al).
Warnings/Squicks: atrocious acts of alliteration
Summary: Xander, snow, and life after the Hellmouth
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His first real snow was in London, not six months after Sunnydale, grey and gritty and as inhospitable as the wildest tundra.
“Hey, Xan, isn’t it great? Snow! Real, proper, non-magical, not from a machine snow!”
Outwardly, Xander tried to share Dawn’s excitement, while internally he scathed, ‘Damn right there’s nothing magical about it- broken family, lost home, and even more battles.’
The filthy flurries a fitting mockery of their grand new beginning.
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The first snow shared with his gradually healing hodgepodge family was a slushy affair, all mis-matched and mangled.
“Spike!?” Xander tentatively reached out to touch the dead man. “You’re… you’re…”
The boy’s bright smile countered the cacophony of emotions playing over his dark face.
Smirking, Spike pulled the young man to him, “Missed you, too, Whelp.”
Water, ice, and snow, a complex confusion of changing and merging states, masterfully mirroring the mending patchwork of his life.
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Fat, fluffy flakes marked their first snow as lovers, independent bodies drawn together by their nature and their lives.
“Mum called it cuddle snow,” the blonde murmured into Xander‘s ear, “’cause the bits always came together, holdin’ to each other against the world. Said that‘s why they were so good for building- they were made for each other.”
Sticking and clinging, begging to belong, prime properties for their future’s foundation.
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The compact crystals of the first snow after their Mating provided a protective crust over the landscape.
“It‘s beautiful, like you- hard and pale on the outside with untold depth underneath.”
Spike nuzzled his Mate‘s chocolate hair, “More like you, ya ask me. Pure and honest, covering the truest strength and warmth.”
Harsh yet pliable, a fragile strength concealing the deep drifts of the first snow of forever.
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Author: Cobalt Mystic
Title: Mystical Enchantment
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG, because it’s boys playing with boys
Feedback: Mys has decided that she actually likes FB, so… constructive crit is fine, just be prepared for Mys to defend/explain her choices, and try not to do any permanent damage, k.
Disclaimer: Just playing with the pretty kittens. Unfortunately, they are not mine, but I will gladly groom and bathe them before sending them back home to Daddy (aka Joss/Mutant Enemy/et al).
Warnings/Squicks: random use of schmoop and exploitation of adjectives
Summary: Just a bit of sillyness- honestly Mys has no clue what she was thinking.
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Spike spun, kicked, and punched felling the creature that had dared to hurt his Xander. “You alright, pet?” The blonde held out a slim pale hand to the young man, concerned at the somewhat glazed expression in the mortal’s eyes.
“Beautiful,” the boy whispered in awe.
There, in a field, in the north of England, a waning moon glistened off the crystalline droplets dotting the trees, saturating the air and coating the snow encrusted ground, as well as the otherworldly being offering his hand.
The sight caused Xander’s breath to hitch and his chest (and jeans) to tighten. The blonde was a seraphic vision in the finest etched glass, perfection that could only be borne of the cosmos itself. Xander was almost afraid to take his lover’s hand for fear of destroying such celestial grace.
“Xander?” Spike questioned, fighting down the mounting concern he had for his boy.
Squatting down before him, Spike reached a glacial hand to pet the human’s face.
Xander’s eyes flashed at the touch, his own hand coming up to possessively cradle the tender hand.
The smooth pad of Spike’s thumb ran soothingly over the mortal’s cheekbone, “You’re worrying me, pet. Think we should get you looked at.”
Shaking himself to break the trance, “’m fine, Spike,” the young man spoke in a soft, clear voice easing his vamp’s worries. “Haven’t seen you look so angelic before,” he explained.
Spike growled, half mockingly, over Xander’s choice of words.
The young man kissed the vampire’s hand, offering, “How ‘bout ‘mystical’ then?”
“Mmm,” the blonde stood, pulling his dark lover with him, “mystical,” he rolled the word around his mouth. “S’pose I could be persuaded.” The vampire quirked an eye, “Might need some extra convincing though- mystical does have a bit of that goody-goody ring to it.”
Chuckling, Xander held Spike’s chiselled face in his hands, “Don’t worry, baby, you’re still every bit the Big Bad. And this particular Scooby is more than willing to do whatever it takes to prove it.”
Spike purr-growled, “Best be getting you home then, got a long night ahead of us.”
Any response Xander may have had was swallowed by the hungry mouth of his vampire.
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Author: Cobalt Mystic
Title: Uncut Wood
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG, but once again only because it’s boys playing with boys
Feedback: Mys has decided that she actually likes FB, so… constructive crit is fine, just be prepared for Mys to defend/explain her choices, and try not to do any permanent damage, k.
Disclaimer: Just playing with the pretty kittens. Unfortunately, they are not mine, but I will gladly groom and bathe them before sending them back home to Daddy (aka Joss/Mutant Enemy/et al).
Warnings/Squicks: random acts of Taoist philosophy
Summary: Do drabbles really have to have summaries? It’s Mys writing Spike and quoting the Tao Te Ching, how much more of a summary can you give, lol?
AN1: “…know the raw silk; hold the uncut wood. Need little, want less. Forget the rules. Be untroubled.” Ursula K. LeGuin’s beautiful translation of Lao Tzu’s Tao Te Ching Book 1, Verse 19
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Spike traced the contours of his lover’s hand. Tracing head line, heart line, and life line. Skitting along the edges of each finger. Memorizing every callous and cut, every scar, no matter how small.
He loved these strong workman’s hands. Hands that spent their days creating, giving shape and meaning to lifeless objects- the irony of that wasn’t lost on the vampire. These beautiful hands so warm to his cool touch. They held so much passion, even when they touched in anger. His lover’s hands, liken to the rest of him, harboured such immense power, and when it was released the fire of the Furies held less potence.
Years spent using these powerful hands to protect and defend, and still they were the truest, purest things Spike had ever known, and he knew these hands, knew them better than he knew his own. He knew how they moved, how they felt- working his flesh with sure firm strokes interspersed with delicate feathered explorations. He knew the way they molded to his body, cascading over his flesh like a slow Summer brook.
These were the hands that held him with such tender compassion when the nightmares came. Hands that promised comfort and safety with their touch. A touch so familiar, burnt into his memory and his skin long before they became lovers.
In the wee hours of the morning, when the orange and purple filaments of day had just begun their inevitable encroachment on the darkness and he felt most vulnerable, most alone that these hands first marked him. They hadn’t marked him as so many others had with bruises or blood or hate, but with serenity.
Tied to that damnible chair, a helpless lump of dead flesh thrashing impotently against the ghosts and terrors of his mind. Then a hand, not caressing or squeezing, just laying a softly against his cool skin. In that moment he loved and hated the hand, the boy, the warmth in equal measure. He loved the security it gave him and hated the vulnerability he obviously showed. He loved the connection and hated that it should be his food. He loved the comfort and hated that he needed it.
These hands broke him, as surely as they rebuilt him. He kissed each finger, worshipping the hands and the man who gave meaning to his lifeless form.
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Author: Cobalt Mystic
Title: First Snow
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG, but once again only because it’s boys playing with boys
Feedback: Mys has decided that she actually likes FB, so… constructive crit is fine, just be prepared for Mys to defend/explain her choices, and try not to do any permanent damage, k.
Disclaimer: Just playing with the pretty kittens. Unfortunately, they are not mine, but I will gladly groom and bathe them before sending them back home to Daddy (aka Joss/Mutant Enemy/et al).
Warnings/Squicks: atrocious acts of alliteration
Summary: Xander, snow, and life after the Hellmouth
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His first real snow was in London, not six months after Sunnydale, grey and gritty and as inhospitable as the wildest tundra.
“Hey, Xan, isn’t it great? Snow! Real, proper, non-magical, not from a machine snow!”
Outwardly, Xander tried to share Dawn’s excitement, while internally he scathed, ‘Damn right there’s nothing magical about it- broken family, lost home, and even more battles.’
The filthy flurries a fitting mockery of their grand new beginning.
---
The first snow shared with his gradually healing hodgepodge family was a slushy affair, all mis-matched and mangled.
“Spike!?” Xander tentatively reached out to touch the dead man. “You’re… you’re…”
The boy’s bright smile countered the cacophony of emotions playing over his dark face.
Smirking, Spike pulled the young man to him, “Missed you, too, Whelp.”
Water, ice, and snow, a complex confusion of changing and merging states, masterfully mirroring the mending patchwork of his life.
---
Fat, fluffy flakes marked their first snow as lovers, independent bodies drawn together by their nature and their lives.
“Mum called it cuddle snow,” the blonde murmured into Xander‘s ear, “’cause the bits always came together, holdin’ to each other against the world. Said that‘s why they were so good for building- they were made for each other.”
Sticking and clinging, begging to belong, prime properties for their future’s foundation.
---
The compact crystals of the first snow after their Mating provided a protective crust over the landscape.
“It‘s beautiful, like you- hard and pale on the outside with untold depth underneath.”
Spike nuzzled his Mate‘s chocolate hair, “More like you, ya ask me. Pure and honest, covering the truest strength and warmth.”
Harsh yet pliable, a fragile strength concealing the deep drifts of the first snow of forever.
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Author: Cobalt Mystic
Title: Mystical Enchantment
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG, because it’s boys playing with boys
Feedback: Mys has decided that she actually likes FB, so… constructive crit is fine, just be prepared for Mys to defend/explain her choices, and try not to do any permanent damage, k.
Disclaimer: Just playing with the pretty kittens. Unfortunately, they are not mine, but I will gladly groom and bathe them before sending them back home to Daddy (aka Joss/Mutant Enemy/et al).
Warnings/Squicks: random use of schmoop and exploitation of adjectives
Summary: Just a bit of sillyness- honestly Mys has no clue what she was thinking.
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Spike spun, kicked, and punched felling the creature that had dared to hurt his Xander. “You alright, pet?” The blonde held out a slim pale hand to the young man, concerned at the somewhat glazed expression in the mortal’s eyes.
“Beautiful,” the boy whispered in awe.
There, in a field, in the north of England, a waning moon glistened off the crystalline droplets dotting the trees, saturating the air and coating the snow encrusted ground, as well as the otherworldly being offering his hand.
The sight caused Xander’s breath to hitch and his chest (and jeans) to tighten. The blonde was a seraphic vision in the finest etched glass, perfection that could only be borne of the cosmos itself. Xander was almost afraid to take his lover’s hand for fear of destroying such celestial grace.
“Xander?” Spike questioned, fighting down the mounting concern he had for his boy.
Squatting down before him, Spike reached a glacial hand to pet the human’s face.
Xander’s eyes flashed at the touch, his own hand coming up to possessively cradle the tender hand.
The smooth pad of Spike’s thumb ran soothingly over the mortal’s cheekbone, “You’re worrying me, pet. Think we should get you looked at.”
Shaking himself to break the trance, “’m fine, Spike,” the young man spoke in a soft, clear voice easing his vamp’s worries. “Haven’t seen you look so angelic before,” he explained.
Spike growled, half mockingly, over Xander’s choice of words.
The young man kissed the vampire’s hand, offering, “How ‘bout ‘mystical’ then?”
“Mmm,” the blonde stood, pulling his dark lover with him, “mystical,” he rolled the word around his mouth. “S’pose I could be persuaded.” The vampire quirked an eye, “Might need some extra convincing though- mystical does have a bit of that goody-goody ring to it.”
Chuckling, Xander held Spike’s chiselled face in his hands, “Don’t worry, baby, you’re still every bit the Big Bad. And this particular Scooby is more than willing to do whatever it takes to prove it.”
Spike purr-growled, “Best be getting you home then, got a long night ahead of us.”
Any response Xander may have had was swallowed by the hungry mouth of his vampire.
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