Drabbles...

[tabaqui]

I know!
When do i do this?!

Well, when i'm desperate to post but nothing is *ready* and i've got ely_jan on IM.
So, these are all hers. *snuggles her*
She asked for 'Spike, alone - jasmine', 'Wes, Lindsey, s5 last hours' and 'Gunn watching Illyria after she got him out of Hell'.

Enjoy!






The air was wet - heavy - a muffling and motionless paw that pressed Spike down and down. He breathed it in, saturating his lungs with it. Mouth a little open to better catch the scent.

Jasmine, rich and thick and sweet. Like cream on the back of his tongue. Like hashish, curling and warm through his chest. Dru's scent. He ached for her. Heart - head... Cock. The scent made it worse. But he took it in, all the same.

*Let's play hide and go seek, Spike! You're it...* Three continents and two months. But he was catching up.




The knock on his door startled him and Wesley looked up from his desk to find Lindsey, leaning hip-shot and faintly smirking on the jamb. Bottle in one hand, joint in the other. Stark terror in blue eyes.

"I would have thought -" Wesley said, and Lindsey shook his head.

"Nah. What'd Spike say - 'Brothers, what we do in life... echoes in eternity.' Shakespeare?"

Wesley straightened up - crossed his office and put his fingers on Lindsey's wrist. "I believe that's from 'Gladiator', actually."

"Works for me," Lindsey breathed.

Lindsey tasted of salt and smelled of rue. "Me, too."




Gunn can't quite get used to not being in Hell, although some people might say he still is. Lawyer, evil law-firm - all that. But it's not Hell, it's just his job. That's what he tells himself, every day.

And every time he sees...it...her - it hurts. Right there where that demon ripped his heart out every day for...what - days? Weeks? Maybe it was years - Gunn has no idea. The only thing that rings true about it anymore is the pain, echoing with every tip and turn of her blue-dusk skull. He'll be glad when it's all over.

Comments

[ely-jan.livejournal.com]

*bounce bounce bounce*

I'm bouncing like...like you!

I love these! The first especially! *swoons* I adore your Spike, you know this, but omg omg omg...

Like cream on the back of his tongue.

*dies*

*loves you like mad*

[tabaqui]

*bounces back*
Thank you thank you!
:)

Wheeee!

[lunabee34.livejournal.com]

Yay!!!!!!

I can so see Spike and Dru playing that game.

Well done on all three counts.

[tabaqui]

Thank you thank you!
:)

[crazydiamondsue.livejournal.com]

"Nah. What'd Spike say - 'Brothers, what we do in life... echoes in eternity.' Shakespeare?"

Wesley straightened up - crossed his office and put his fingers on Lindsey's wrist. "I believe that's from 'Gladiator', actually."

Great, great use of that quote, and lovely voices besides. Loved 'blue-dusk skull' as well. Nice work, sweetie!

[tabaqui]

Thank you so much!
:)
Drabbles are...fun! And slightly nerve wracking. Probably have to do this again.

[margarks.livejournal.com]

hee! it's from Gladiator not Shakespeare! Hee. aw, Wes, how I love you.

::smooshes you::

Also, I emailed your hubby weeks ago and he never emailed me back. I'm beginning to think maybe my email went to the spam box. OR, he's been too busy to reply. I can't decide which... :) Should I try again?

[tabaqui]

Thank you, bay-bee!

Hrmmm- dunno 'bout the email. He said he got email and replied and that he was waiting for you to decide when you were going to make the trip down?

So - go ahead and email again and make sure you put 'tattoo' in the subject.

[margarks.livejournal.com]

oh! maybe *his* email went to my spam?? :) I don't know!

I will try again. lol.

[tabaqui]

Sure. And you can CC it to me, if you like, just in case.
:)

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Lovely...every one of these.

[tabaqui]

Thank you!
:)

[cordelianne.livejournal.com]

Excellent drabbles!

I love the image of the air pushing Spike down in the first one. And I adore the yearning in this part:
He ached for her. Heart - head... Cock. The scent made it worse. But he took it in, all the same.

The second one has a great dynamic between Wes & Lindsey. The Gladiator line is awesome!! This is a fabulous line:
Stark terror in blue eyes.

Very well-done exploration of Gunn's guilt in the third one. The pain so clear in this, and the description of Illyria is excellent: The only thing that rings true about it anymore is the pain, echoing with every tip and turn of her blue-dusk skull. He'll be glad when it's all over. That last sentence is very sad.

[tabaqui]

Thank you!
I think scent-memory is the strongest and most...intimate. It can bring me to tears, sometimes.

Spike knows Shakespeare, but Gladiator worked better! Heh.

Yeah, Gunn was just...empty, at the end there. It *was* sad - bah!

Thanks again!

[moimoietmoi.livejournal.com]

Beautiful drabbles! I am madly in love with the first one!

[tabaqui]

Thank you!
:)

[sweptawaybayou.livejournal.com]

Fantastic, Tabi.

So much contained in so few words. Simply gorgeous.

*hugshugs*

[tabaqui]

*hugs back hard*
Thank you so much, bay-bee.
:)

[ruric.livejournal.com]

I love these - each one of them is beautiful - and such economy of phrasing. Just goes to prove it's not necessary to throw words at a screen to make an impact!

I particularly loved this:

The air was wet - heavy - a muffling and motionless paw that pressed Spike down and down.

Because the image there is just so spot on it's perfect. And this:

Lindsey tasted of salt and smelled of rue.

*fails*

Makes me grieve all over again for the travesty that was the end of Season 5.

[tabaqui]

Thank you so much!
I've never done drabbles before, really, so it was fun.

Season five was...*sigh*. Yeah.

[ruric.livejournal.com]

*blinks*

Ypu haven't? Wow. Because those were amazing *g* you sould drabble more often!

[tabaqui]

I might just!
It was fun.
:)

[piratepurple.livejournal.com]

Gorgeous, as usual, hunny. :)

[tabaqui]

Thank you so much!
:)
*smoooch*

[eithnex.livejournal.com]

Wonderful, each and every one, love the little game that Spike and Dru are playing. The use you make of the senses grabs me no matter what your doing with them it always makes me search for my own memory of them. Thank you for posting these.

[tabaqui]

Thank you so much!
:)

[yourlibrarian]

The other two had good bits too, but I really enjoyed the first one. Loved both what it was about and the way it was said.

[tabaqui]

Thank you thank you!
It seemed like a game they might play...
:)

[savoytruffle.livejournal.com]

these are utterly lovely. all three.

[tabaqui]

Thank you, bay-bee.
:)

[electricalgwen.livejournal.com]

I didn't know you didn't drabble.
You seem right at home - these are so clearly yours, beautiful and high-quality. They've got the same sensuality, the unusual and evocative phrases (leaning hip-shot and faintly smirking, blue-dusk), and the same dense but clean flow, that all characterize your longer work.
And a lovely structure to each. The final phrases are perfect.
Wow. Thanks for sharing!

[tabaqui]

Nope, i really don't drabble much but...i might have to do it again!
:)

And thank you so much! I'm glad you liked them.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_beetle_/]

*Let's play hide and go seek, Spike! You're it...* Three continents and two months. But he was catching up.

Jeebus, but that's Spike in a nutshell. Love's bitch, to the end.

Lindsey tasted of salt and smelled of rue.

Wow. That's fucking awesome. I wanna write lines like that, when I grow up.

And every time he sees...it...her - it hurts. Right there where that demon ripped his heart out every day for...what - days? Weeks? Maybe it was years - Gunn has no idea. The only thing that rings true about it anymore is the pain, echoing with every tip and turn of her blue-dusk skull. He'll be glad when it's all over.

Ouch. Just ouch.

More?

[tabaqui]

*hugs you hard*
Thanks, bay-bee.
:)

More...ummm...sometime, yis. Maybe if someone prompted me...
*la*