TITLE: DRABBLES
AUTHOR: Katriena Knights
RATING: PG/PG13. Some slash content.
SUMMARY: Various.
SPOILERS: Some for S5 AtS.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, just playing.
NOTE: These are 100-word Drabbles (exactly 100 words each--them's the rules)
inspired by the weekly challenge at Open On Sunday, an LJ drabble community.
The community mod puts out a theme every Sunday, and participants write
exactly 100 words on that theme.
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MORE FIC AND ART AT: http://www.bewellweb.com/dknights/fanfic.html
DISTRIBUTION: Ask it nicely and it'll follow you anywhere.
 
 
MASKS
 
"Angel’s just a mask you’re forced to wear."
 
How right had he been, that impertinent, insufferable, precious, sneering
young man?  More right than Angel can ever admit to anyone, not even
himself.
 
What would they say if they knew? If they could see the darkness bubbling
there underneath his heart?
 
It’s worse now. He’s so alone. No one knows. No one can ever know. He can
speak of it to no one and all it can do is grow there, digging roots deep,
deep down into the darkness.
 
And that impertinent, insufferable, precious young man is lost to him
forever.
 
*************
 
AUTUMN
 
Wet leaves smell like the warm beginnings of death, he’s always thought. No,
not always. Just since he died. He watches the wind pick them up and carry
them in the darkness, the streetlights illuminating the orange, the red, the
brown veins and bones.
 
What did you do with leaves? You raked them. You went out with your son and
you raked them, and you watched him leap and play and jump into them. When
he was six, or seven, or eight, you did this, and you laughed. Together,
happy.
 
He never did this with his son. He never will.
 
*******************
THE NEW
 
He’d only had his body a week, and it felt good. Solid and fleshy. He could
touch things.
 
He could touch Angel, and he practiced this as soon as he got Angel to open
his door and let him in. Practiced it a lot, and was surprised at Angel’s
willingness.
 
Shirts and shoes on the floor, bedclothes warmed by electricity. This was
the life, Spike thought, bed and warmth and Sire naked spread out next to
you, hands a little wandery tonight.
 
"Your turn," Angel said, and pulled Spike on top of him.
 
"Well," said Spike, surprised. "This is new."


 END.