A few of my favorite things
May. 2nd, 2004 09:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xaara1. Italian
2. Thunderstorms
3. English
4. Writing
5. Reading
6. People-watching
7. Making sarcastic comments
8. Making sarcastic comments under my breath
9. Singing
10. Rolling my eyes at the craziness that is the HMs
11. That guy - you know who you are
12. That girl - you know who you are too
The storms today inspired me to write. I piddled around on a BtVS short story about Dawn and Spike that's really not going anywhere but is fun to write just the same. I also tried my hand at some more poetry, which just didn't work out. But I have a fun idea for a tragicomedy and another idea for the continuation of Breezes and Blizzards, so I'm one happy camper, to be utterly cliché about it.
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Spike shrugged, flashed her that special wicked grin he reserved for her. "Vampire, remember?"
"Most of the time."
"All of the time." His face turned serious in the span of a half-second. "Don't forget that, Bit. I'm always a vampire."
"But you're a different vampire. I mean I've met other vampires," said Dawn, wrinkling her nose, "but none of them are like you. They're all alike, and you're different."
"Right. Push me into a spot of sunlight and see how different I really am."
"I don't mean that you're different vampirely." She frowned at his attempt to contain a chuckle.
"Physically?" he supplied.
"Physically. Whatever. Vampirely should be a word."
"I'll put in the good word with Webster when I see him next."
"Bad pun, Spike."
"Agreed. My apologies. What were you saying?"
"What I was saying was that you're kind of like Angel—" She held up her hand when he opened his mouth as if to protest and hastened on, "But not really. Angel was all nice when he had his soul, but he was evil without it. You're just sort of nice and evil at once all the time."
"Thank you for the insightful psychoanalysis, Dr. Summers."
Despite herself, Dawn smiled and slapped at his arm playfully. "Stop it."
"Do you charge by the hour, or by the session?"
"Do you ever shut up?"
2. Thunderstorms
3. English
4. Writing
5. Reading
6. People-watching
7. Making sarcastic comments
8. Making sarcastic comments under my breath
9. Singing
10. Rolling my eyes at the craziness that is the HMs
11. That guy - you know who you are
12. That girl - you know who you are too
The storms today inspired me to write. I piddled around on a BtVS short story about Dawn and Spike that's really not going anywhere but is fun to write just the same. I also tried my hand at some more poetry, which just didn't work out. But I have a fun idea for a tragicomedy and another idea for the continuation of Breezes and Blizzards, so I'm one happy camper, to be utterly cliché about it.
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Untitled as of yet
Spike shrugged, flashed her that special wicked grin he reserved for her. "Vampire, remember?"
"Most of the time."
"All of the time." His face turned serious in the span of a half-second. "Don't forget that, Bit. I'm always a vampire."
"But you're a different vampire. I mean I've met other vampires," said Dawn, wrinkling her nose, "but none of them are like you. They're all alike, and you're different."
"Right. Push me into a spot of sunlight and see how different I really am."
"I don't mean that you're different vampirely." She frowned at his attempt to contain a chuckle.
"Physically?" he supplied.
"Physically. Whatever. Vampirely should be a word."
"I'll put in the good word with Webster when I see him next."
"Bad pun, Spike."
"Agreed. My apologies. What were you saying?"
"What I was saying was that you're kind of like Angel—" She held up her hand when he opened his mouth as if to protest and hastened on, "But not really. Angel was all nice when he had his soul, but he was evil without it. You're just sort of nice and evil at once all the time."
"Thank you for the insightful psychoanalysis, Dr. Summers."
Despite herself, Dawn smiled and slapped at his arm playfully. "Stop it."
"Do you charge by the hour, or by the session?"
"Do you ever shut up?"
