[May 10 out of 20] BtVS: Fic: Alive Again
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sweetandshortTitle: Alive Again
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author:veronyxk84
Characters/Pairing: Buffy (implied Spuffy)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: depression, grim thoughts
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Summary: Set in S6, during ep. 6x05 “Life Serial.” Buffy is going to see Spike, pondering her resurrected life. Set before they drink shots at his crypt. 1st person narrator, Buffy’s POV.
Notes: also for #3 Wind + #109 Fall/Autumn + #112 Cold [Amnesty Week] bydrabble_zone
Prompts [#4, #5]: Wind + Fall
Also on my journal
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Somehow, I find myself walking toward Spike’s crypt at the end of another awful, overwhelming day.
I’ve had quite a few this week, with several spectacularly failed attempts at finding a stupid job. As if I didn’t already have a full-time occupation since the age of fifteen; but as it turns out, being the Slayer doesn’t pay your bills. Probably because they all died before that even became an issue. Technically so did I, but here I am again.
A brisk fall wind blows, but I’m so cold inside that I barely sense it.
Will I ever feel alive again?
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author:
veronyxk84Characters/Pairing: Buffy (implied Spuffy)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: depression, grim thoughts
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Summary: Set in S6, during ep. 6x05 “Life Serial.” Buffy is going to see Spike, pondering her resurrected life. Set before they drink shots at his crypt. 1st person narrator, Buffy’s POV.
Notes: also for #3 Wind + #109 Fall/Autumn + #112 Cold [Amnesty Week] by
drabble_zonePrompts [#4, #5]: Wind + Fall
Also on my journal
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Somehow, I find myself walking toward Spike’s crypt at the end of another awful, overwhelming day.
I’ve had quite a few this week, with several spectacularly failed attempts at finding a stupid job. As if I didn’t already have a full-time occupation since the age of fifteen; but as it turns out, being the Slayer doesn’t pay your bills. Probably because they all died before that even became an issue. Technically so did I, but here I am again.
A brisk fall wind blows, but I’m so cold inside that I barely sense it.
Will I ever feel alive again?
