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Ficlet: Heat
Mar 28, 2011 23:37
Title: Heat
Creator: smellslikecorruption
Rating: R for allusions to sex
Timeline: S6 post-AYW
Prompt: Started as vandalism, but turned into an abstract look at "crime and punishment." Not quite sure how that happened...
words: 354
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creator: smells_corrupt
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setting: b6
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quinara
March 29 2011, 07:24:09 UTC
Oh, this is so sad! But really well done; great stuff. :)
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smells_corrupt
March 31 2011, 04:28:51 UTC
Thank you!
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gryfndor_godess
March 29 2011, 08:26:48 UTC
Usually she would drag herself from the mattress and make a hasty escape, despite the shadows under her eyes and the trembling of her limbs.
Great imagery, especially the trembling.
The tangled sheets were a mocking reminder that all she was ever going to be was borrowed heat, and he threw them to the floor, slept on cold stone.
Now, as he stares at the ceiling and waits in vain for her to slam open his door, he wishes he hadn’t been quite so hasty.
Ouch, and lovely.
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smells_corrupt
March 31 2011, 04:29:26 UTC
Thank you!
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shapinglight
March 29 2011, 08:58:00 UTC
Very, very well done.
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smells_corrupt
March 31 2011, 04:29:40 UTC
Thank you!
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slaymesoftly
March 29 2011, 11:43:01 UTC
I love this community and the lovely/sad/amazing things that come from it. :)
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smells_corrupt
March 31 2011, 04:30:07 UTC
It's quite awesome, isn't it?
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hello_spikey
March 29 2011, 13:32:23 UTC
Angsterific! Love "all she was ever going to be was borrowed heat" and Spike sleeping penitentially on the floor.
The poor darlings, hurting each other so!
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smells_corrupt
March 31 2011, 04:30:35 UTC
Thank you!
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Great imagery, especially the trembling.
The tangled sheets were a mocking reminder that all she was ever going to be was borrowed heat, and he threw them to the floor, slept on cold stone.
Now, as he stares at the ceiling and waits in vain for her to slam open his door, he wishes he hadn’t been quite so hasty.
Ouch, and lovely.
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The poor darlings, hurting each other so!
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