Challenge #96
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title: Faerie Wine
word count: 200
fandom: BtVS/Stardust
challenge: #96: mythic adventures
disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Neil Gaiman owns Stardust. I...I own some awesomely comfortable LL Bean slippers.
notes: This is generally post-"Chosen," with no regard at all for the Season Eight comics. It's pretty obviously, I think, post-Stardust.
summary: Once every nine years on May Day there's a fair on the eastern side of the wall.
"This is it?"
"That's what it says on the map."
"Not so impressive, is it?"
"You were expecting impressive? We're out in the middle of the English countryside. If you want impressive we can go back to London."
Spike snorted. "Point." He looked down at the brunette next to him. "What legend are we chasing again, Bit?"
A glare is thrown his way. "What are you, ten? We had this conversation twice on the drive here."
"Humor me, oh brilliant and genius researcher of myths and legends."
"Wall's supposed to have a permanent portal to the world of Faerie. There is--ha--a wall along its eastern border with a hole that leads to the lands of Faerie. Hence the name. Once every nine years on May Day there's a fair on the eastern side of Wall's wall, on the Faerie side."
"Tomorrow, then." He paused, considering all the possibilities of a Faerie market. "I fancy myself a nice bit o' Faerie wine."
"Wine?"
"Oi! faerie wine's hard to get a hold of!"
"Right. So. Let's get settled into the inn, hmm? We'll get you your very manly, very hard to find, totally in keeping with your black leather duster, Faerie wine."
title: Faerie Wine
word count: 200
fandom: BtVS/Stardust
challenge: #96: mythic adventures
disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Neil Gaiman owns Stardust. I...I own some awesomely comfortable LL Bean slippers.
notes: This is generally post-"Chosen," with no regard at all for the Season Eight comics. It's pretty obviously, I think, post-Stardust.
summary: Once every nine years on May Day there's a fair on the eastern side of the wall.
"This is it?"
"That's what it says on the map."
"Not so impressive, is it?"
"You were expecting impressive? We're out in the middle of the English countryside. If you want impressive we can go back to London."
Spike snorted. "Point." He looked down at the brunette next to him. "What legend are we chasing again, Bit?"
A glare is thrown his way. "What are you, ten? We had this conversation twice on the drive here."
"Humor me, oh brilliant and genius researcher of myths and legends."
"Wall's supposed to have a permanent portal to the world of Faerie. There is--ha--a wall along its eastern border with a hole that leads to the lands of Faerie. Hence the name. Once every nine years on May Day there's a fair on the eastern side of Wall's wall, on the Faerie side."
"Tomorrow, then." He paused, considering all the possibilities of a Faerie market. "I fancy myself a nice bit o' Faerie wine."
"Wine?"
"Oi! faerie wine's hard to get a hold of!"
"Right. So. Let's get settled into the inn, hmm? We'll get you your very manly, very hard to find, totally in keeping with your black leather duster, Faerie wine."