A ficlet. And zombies.

[_dellamore]

Uh. My cerebrum has dessicated into a burnt-up little seed. This journal is atrophying. And on. Thus, random!fic happens wherein I mightily dick over a) BtVS Season 2 canon, and b) the logic of starting fires. For a good cause, I assure you.

Title: Lions
Words: 1,312
Summary: Lions always hit the heights.

Comments

[killerweasel]

http://www.livejournal.com/users/baba_kibbins/147310.html?#cutid1 Has links to Spaced downloads.

[_dellamore]

Ooooh, thank you! I started to download them through eMule, but then I felt unfaithful to Bittorrent. Hee.

[swmbo]

Niiiiice. That gave me the shivers - dark and delightful as always. The fire, Spike's anger and love, the shift from canon to AU. So good.

And I adore Milla Jovovich's voice so much. *sighs* She needs to put out another cd :(

Also I misssss you *hugs tightly* *waters your brain*

[_dellamore]

Aww, thankee for the feedback, dear. And I was thinking, "I want to cuddle shivery!Swm under a warm blanket", but then I thought, "Why am I thinking about Swmbo in the third person?" and I thought I should stop thinking about it. Meh. But we will still cuddle.

You like Milla! Dude. *swings you silly* She has the bestest voice, all husky and light. She SO needs to put out another CD.

*flowers under your watering* *gives you a leafy bear-hug*

[swmbo]

Hee! *snuggles you*

You are thinking about swmbo in the third person because you are not swmbo!! Shhh, don't tell!

I've been putting mp3s up (well, yousendit) in my lj over the past few days, you would like some. You should try them. Yis. *cuddles you*

*hands you a leaf*

I leaf you.

[_dellamore]

Heeee. Pssshaw. I know I'm not Swmbo; I'm not crazy or anything. Honest. *sadly takes off Swmbo suit* *pours out coffee and cries*

Oooh, mp3s. I meant to download all your shiny offerings before, 'cause they were crying out "_dellamore, you'll love us" in these sweet little voices and I was like, "okay, one sec, my computer's doing something" and, yeah. Somehow I got side-tracked. *blinks* But I will definitely download now.

I leaf you. *cries with laughter*

And I leaf you. Berry, berry much.

[darkhavens]

Wonderfully dark and dangerous. Such a delightfully devious Spike.

And of course, being a total Spander ho, in my mind Spike fell for Xander and dumped Dru out in the wilds of Mexico so he could be with his boy without insano-girl interfering. Hee!

[_dellamore]

Ah, thank you! Dark and dangerous is always my goal. *g*

And oh yeah, I'm with you on the S/X ending. In all known universes, Spike ends up with Xander. Sometimes this just requires kidnapping and girlfriend-related dustings. Anything for love. Hee.

[_divya_]

Sunnydale's a town of blood for blood, and it's on fire.

I want to marry this line.

There's a couple stakes involved, some improvising with a garden hose, and somewhere down the line, there's dust.

!!!!

"Whoa. Wrong car, guy -- eeee."

Hee!

So you know what would be nifty? If you continued this. Spike, Dru, Xander, road trip from hell... What's not to like?

[_dellamore]

*G* I heart you. If you'll just marry me, it'll be almost like marrying that line. Really.

!!!! Wait, is that excitement or hysteria, or. Just pure exclamatory goodness? Hee. You gotta love killing major characters as an aside.

For you, I will think of ways to continue this and I will bill it as the "niftiest road trip from hell ever". And then you'll have to run away with me. 'Kay? Actually, I *am* writing a road trip fic. It's minus Drusilla, but plus Angelus, and it's plenty kinktastic. And I'm thinkin' you might like it. *G*

[_divya_]

We need to become Mormon, then we can live happily with Tara and raking_leaves. Yes.

So the !!!! was about killing major characters as an aside. How different the universe would be if Angel wasn't there from that early on. The mind boggles.

Angelus, Xander, Spike? Uh, yeah. That might be, uh, nice. :::dies::: Or even Spike, Xander, Dru. Feel free to get rid of Dru. Kthxbye.

And speaking of comedy recs and kinks and things, I thought of another comedian you should go see. Marc Maron. Here's a little story. A comedian who did a lot of fluffy, boring, and hacky "Men are different than women" material got offstage, Maron went up right after. Maron says something to the effect of, "My version of 'men and women are different' material would go something like this: 'Why are you crying? That was my hand, not my fist.'" So fucking wrong, and predictably, Tara and I about died laughing. Maron is dark. You'd love him.

[tabaqui]

OH, this is a spiff little thing. I do LIKE this.
And, oh yeah, more would be awesome.
*bounce*
Spike, burned with heat-madness, shaking and high, knocks his teeth against Angelus's.
They clatter, scrape, kiss, a fever of fire raging in the backdrop.

Niiiiiiice.

[_dellamore]

Hee, thank you for the feedback! Always good to hear that more would be welcomed.

Eee. And that's my teeny one-line venture into S/A territory; glad it didn't come out too awkward. *G*

[tabaqui]

Heheh.
Yeah. S/A is skeery, and i don't go there *i 'ship S/X mostly* but i liked the line and what it...felt like.
You know?
Good stuff.
I think...i'm gonna friend you, if you don't mind.
No need to friend back.
:)

[_dellamore]

Again, thank you so much. I'm all blushy and warm over here.

Yeah, I don't usually groove on S/A either, but then I'm pretty rigid in my S/X ways. As everything I've ever written will attest. Hee.

Ah, I don't mind in the least, and I'm *definitely* gonna friend you back. Here's to S/X and mutual friending. *G*