Not a wind that breathes

Oct 27, 2005 19:36

Fresh butternut squash pasta is very, very yummy.

I watched some random Buffy episodes today while I hung out this morning drinking coffee and eating apple crisp: Bad Girls and Chosen. And while I thought I was going to talk about the Buffy/Faith dynamic, what actually struck me this time about the episodes was the Buffy and Giles subtext. Wesley's introduction scene was full of it - the "New Watcher?" and especially "When Giles asks me to do things, he always says please. And then I get a cookie." Giles' smile is just - wow. And in Consequences, where Faith lies about Buffy being the murderer and Giles has to pretend to believe her and order Buffy into his office. It's awful, and Buffy's expression when he tells her he knows the truth - just incredible relief. Because this is Giles and Giles is always supposed to believe her. And the fact that this comes after Helpless even makes it more poignant.

I was reading a few Viggo/Orlando fics in a random Viggorli renaissance and was surprised to remember how much it strikes me when Viggo says Orlando's name in a fic. When it's just a once-word sentence of "Orlando."

There's are a few lyrics David Gray's The One I Love that makes me think of Sonny Corinthos. Which is weird, since I haven't watched General Hospital for years. I mean, I've seen a few episodes here and there (including half of one yesterday, where Nikolas and Courtney were a couple???) but I haven't watched since the end of Sonny and Alexis in 2002. And so it's strange to me that I'm still thinking about it. Here's what I mean:

Perfect summers night
Not a wind that breathes
Just the bullets whispering gentle
'mongst the new green leaves
There's things I might have said
Only wish I could
Now I'm leaking life faster
Than I'm leaking blood

It's Sonny, the victim of a hit, thinking about Alexis, and what he wishes he could have said to her.

And since we're talking about songfic, I am in fact writing the Moody/Tonks Bonnie Raitt songfic. Er.

attorney mobster privilege, whatever remains however improbable, the argonath, grind our enemies into talcum powder

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