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viciouswishesThree drabbles I wrote for the 2005 drabble challenge.
Green
Buffy wraps the long green scarf around Gunn’s neck. “Don’t want you to get cold.”
Looking out into the rain as it falls over Rome, Gunn smiles. “Wouldn’t worry about it.” He picks up the scarf in his hands. “Did you make this?”
She laughs. “No, honey; Dawn did. Buffy and anything more complicated than sewing on a button doesn’t work.”
“Tell her thank you next time she calls.” Gunn kisses Buffy’s cheek.
“I’m sure she’ll be thrilled that you like it.” Her hand slips inside his as they start to walk down the street to their favorite open air market.
Red
Cordelia paints her toenails with bright red nail polish. It’s the same as the lipstick Lilah wears, as the lipstick print that was on her neck.
She pulls a blanket around her as Phantom Dennis hands her a cup of tea. A smile crosses her face, her get laid smile. She remembers her mother slapping her when she first had the smile on her face, not thinking that she’d be so transparent.
But sex with Lilah is different. It’s naughty; it’s a secret. One Cordelia can never share with Angel, Wesley, or Gunn. They wouldn’t understand what she feels when Lilah dons her heels and a grin.
Orange
Lorne wears orange when he feels sad, and today’s not exception. Angel’s running around the Hyperion, thrashing Wesley’s books for any spell he can find to bring back Connor. Lorne knows what’s it’s like to grow up in a semi-hell dimension and doesn’t think that the kid will make it. There’s no place to buy diapers in Quortoth.
Shaking his head, he pours another drink on the rocks. He doesn’t know who’s a bigger fool, Wesley or Holtz. He tries to smile at Fred as she walks by. No one’s smiling. But even the orange can’t help his mood.
Green
Buffy wraps the long green scarf around Gunn’s neck. “Don’t want you to get cold.”
Looking out into the rain as it falls over Rome, Gunn smiles. “Wouldn’t worry about it.” He picks up the scarf in his hands. “Did you make this?”
She laughs. “No, honey; Dawn did. Buffy and anything more complicated than sewing on a button doesn’t work.”
“Tell her thank you next time she calls.” Gunn kisses Buffy’s cheek.
“I’m sure she’ll be thrilled that you like it.” Her hand slips inside his as they start to walk down the street to their favorite open air market.
Red
Cordelia paints her toenails with bright red nail polish. It’s the same as the lipstick Lilah wears, as the lipstick print that was on her neck.
She pulls a blanket around her as Phantom Dennis hands her a cup of tea. A smile crosses her face, her get laid smile. She remembers her mother slapping her when she first had the smile on her face, not thinking that she’d be so transparent.
But sex with Lilah is different. It’s naughty; it’s a secret. One Cordelia can never share with Angel, Wesley, or Gunn. They wouldn’t understand what she feels when Lilah dons her heels and a grin.
Orange
Lorne wears orange when he feels sad, and today’s not exception. Angel’s running around the Hyperion, thrashing Wesley’s books for any spell he can find to bring back Connor. Lorne knows what’s it’s like to grow up in a semi-hell dimension and doesn’t think that the kid will make it. There’s no place to buy diapers in Quortoth.
Shaking his head, he pours another drink on the rocks. He doesn’t know who’s a bigger fool, Wesley or Holtz. He tries to smile at Fred as she walks by. No one’s smiling. But even the orange can’t help his mood.
