Starting (And Then.... ficathon)

[quinara]

This is my entry for the And Then.... ficathon. *sighs* It's not as finished as I would like it to be, but what can you do?

Starting
By Quinara

Requirements: The survivors coming to terms with their grief. Spike and Illyria.
Restrictions: Not too dark. A bit of angst is good, though.
Rating: PG
Pairing: None
Warnings: Death/grief

For jidabug

Comments

[paratti]

Loved it.

[quinara]

Cheers.

(And thanks, because I'm a firm believer in the whole 'any comnment is good' thing.)

[quinara]

Thanks! That was what I was trying to go for, and I wasn't sure if I'd pulled it off...

[liliaeth]

sad, and very well written

[quinara]

Thankyou.

A stellar moment...

[ladyemorgaine]

“It’s not to drink, you silly bint.” He sighed. “It’s to bloody smell.” She looked at him quizzically.
Cringing at his own sentimentality, he wafted the scotch under her nose.
“It smells of….” She took the glass out of his hands and cradled it to her.
He knocked his own back again, and sat down in his corner.
“I worry that I loved Wesley.” Illyria said, after some time had passed, still cradling her glass.

Smell, a fundamental and primal sense memory provacateur... very fitting image of grief for Illyria...

Re: A stellar moment...

[quinara]

Thankyou for mentioning this...it was one of the snippets I had in my head when I started writing. (I'm rather fond of it.)

[jidabug]

Very nice. You captured the conflicted nature of Illyria very well, and her interaction with Spike was excellently done. Very melancholy. Thank you!

[quinara]

Your welcome! I wasn't sure if this was exactly what you had in mind - they didn't really "deal" with their grief as much as I wanted them to, but when I was writing it it never seemed to work.