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*ahem*
"After careful consideration, and several brainstorming sessions,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
reremouse and i have decided that to bring our readers all the plotty, pr0ny goodness that is 'No More Snakes and Ladders', we must have more than one week between postings. We felt that the chapters were being rushed, and we were feeling stressed.
Starting next Monday, new Squares will be posted ever other Monday, and a 'teaser trailer' *see below* will be posted on alternate Mondays so that you can read and become sick with anticipatory excitement and dread."
Next week on No More Snakes And Ladders Square Fifteen: Wherein it is a dark and stormy night.
"Told you a dozen times you dozy pillock! I didn't sodding know. Fuck off."
"Three months - three months during the twenty two hours a day I am not patrolling Muddydale - when all we have to do...is fuck. Suck. Nap..."
And tonight it was pouring - chilly rain slashed sideways by a steady ocean breeze - and Xander had opted for the limited perusal but far greater comfort of a vehicle patrol.
"Watch your left, pet - the edge is gone, there," Spike said, and Xander twisted the wheel, silent.
Something moved in the halogen-spangled depths of the pit. Something pale and human-sized.
Xander mmmmm'ed around the droplets of blood and water and demon he was licking from Spike's throat, ran his hands over the slick topography of Spike's ribs and shoulder blades. Abruptly, he lifted his head - looked down at riotous black-white curls and had a moment of absolute certainty. "I want to tell the gang."
No noise. No noise but the blood roaring in his ears. No Spike lost in the fog and Xander wasn't stupid. He knew which one of them had a better chance of finding the other. But there was no light but the flicker-flash coming down down through the fog and it was happening all over again - couldn't move, couldn't run, couldn't do anything but watch - then scream.
No More Snakes And Ladders
Every other Monday.
*ahem*
"After careful consideration, and several brainstorming sessions,
reremouse and i have decided that to bring our readers all the plotty, pr0ny goodness that is 'No More Snakes and Ladders', we must have more than one week between postings. We felt that the chapters were being rushed, and we were feeling stressed.Starting next Monday, new Squares will be posted ever other Monday, and a 'teaser trailer' *see below* will be posted on alternate Mondays so that you can read and become sick with anticipatory excitement and dread."
Next week on No More Snakes And Ladders Square Fifteen: Wherein it is a dark and stormy night.
"Told you a dozen times you dozy pillock! I didn't sodding know. Fuck off."
"Three months - three months during the twenty two hours a day I am not patrolling Muddydale - when all we have to do...is fuck. Suck. Nap..."
And tonight it was pouring - chilly rain slashed sideways by a steady ocean breeze - and Xander had opted for the limited perusal but far greater comfort of a vehicle patrol.
"Watch your left, pet - the edge is gone, there," Spike said, and Xander twisted the wheel, silent.
Something moved in the halogen-spangled depths of the pit. Something pale and human-sized.
Xander mmmmm'ed around the droplets of blood and water and demon he was licking from Spike's throat, ran his hands over the slick topography of Spike's ribs and shoulder blades. Abruptly, he lifted his head - looked down at riotous black-white curls and had a moment of absolute certainty. "I want to tell the gang."
No noise. No noise but the blood roaring in his ears. No Spike lost in the fog and Xander wasn't stupid. He knew which one of them had a better chance of finding the other. But there was no light but the flicker-flash coming down down through the fog and it was happening all over again - couldn't move, couldn't run, couldn't do anything but watch - then scream.
No More Snakes And Ladders
Every other Monday.