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[for Bran]
When she'd woken up to snow, Anya's first thoughts had been about her clothes. Well, at least she was honest. Her second had been about the sheep. She'd hurried to the clothes box, grabbing a jacket that made her look like the michelen man, a hat and gloves and boots and thrown them on before running to the sheep enclosure ( Read more... ) -
[for Xander]
She was having a nightmare. Dr House had recommended lots of rest, and she didn't really feel like facing the world right now. So Anya had decided to nap. Only sleep wasn't the safe haven she'd hoped for. All she could see was Xander leaning over her, his face changing, leaving only the face of a vampire. She would run, and he would always be ( Read more... ) -
[for Glenn]
It had only been a few days since she'd seen Glenn, but sometimes a few days was enough. A few days was when she would seek him out, for no other reason than she liked spending time with him. She had other things to talk to him about today, things she wasn't sure he'd want to hear. But things that she needed to say. And soon ( Read more... ) -
Halloween Susan/Anya/Vimes
Sleep was one of Anya's favourite things. She hadn't needed to when she was a demon, and really, she hadn't wanted to. There had been rights that were to be wronged, and wishes that needed to be granted. It was a big planet, and there were always wronged women somewhere. Now she slept in as often as possible. She told herself it was making up ( Read more... ) -
[For Gunn]
It wasn't that Anya was drunk. She'd only had a couple of drinks at the gathering, not too many. Four, maybe five or seven? She couldn't remember. All she knew is things kept coming into her mind, things about her conversation with Faith. Things she didn't want to think about ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Anya was having such a nice dream. There were fields for some reason, and she was frolicking in them. Not that she was the frolicking sort of girl, she'd always thought it rather frivolous and well, useless. But she was frolicking, for some reason, and it was surprisingly nice, the grass tickling her nose ( Read more... ) -
It was one of those days
Anya wasn't sure why she'd decided that would be a day to go and see Fergus but she had. He'd not been around much, and she was used to seeing him, well, at least here and there. Thinking that maybe she could convince him to go on a picnic with her, she'd packed a lunch and wandered to his hut. He wasn't there though. His hut... Well, it looked ( Read more... ) -
Writing Workshop 3 : Fear is...
Fear is being human again. Being tied to a body that aged, knowing you were going to grow old, and wrinkly, that one day you'd die. That your joints would get stiff, and you'd get sick or worse. Having to deal with all of the things you haven't had to deal with for 1200 years. Oh god, you would sweat, or what if you got pregnant? Suddenly all ( Read more... ) -
Writing Workshop 1: I remember
I remember the way he used to look at me sometimes. The total exasperation, it's the only way to describe it. Maybe frustration even, as if he really thought that if I just made a bit more effort I wouldn't be as embarrassing or awkward. He loved it too though, except of course, the sex comments, those he never really loved. Well, maybe a ( Read more... )