cornerofmadness

I probably could have gone on forever with this one. There were more I wanted to do but I caught my brother's cold (darn him) and I'm wiped out. Here's a fair batch though. All Pg-13, and all rights belong to you know who.

Unexpected Tenderness Angelus/Darla – Victorian Era

Angelus found it a relaxing ritual. He was glad of Spike’s presence in their little family so he no longer had to split his time between Darla and Dru. He enjoyed the way Darla’s silky locks flowed through his fingers as he brushed her golden hair. The touch of the iron made it crackle just slightly, releasing a sweet scent. He preferred this era to the one he had met her in, a time of towering hair plastered up with fat and powder. Anyone foolish enough to laugh at him for doing a maid’s work would die fast. He loved his work.

Time Marches On - Giles S2

Giles looked in the mirror and saw his own father staring out at him. When had that happened? Buffy and her friends might just be right. He was an old man. Giles scowled at his reflection, seeing all the crow’s feet and thinning, ashen hair. Where was the long, thick locks of his youth? He had only been aware of the changes peripherally.

Giles went out to his living room, poured some scotch, put on some Stones and pulled out the photo album he hid from the kids. These days of bad hair and youthful indiscretion were for him alone.

Bad Choices - Buffy/Angelus S2

His hand stroked her hair. “I’ll keep this as a trophy,” he said, his lips brushing her neck.

Buffy tried not to panic at the vampire’s closeness. She knew Angelus was just toying with her. Killing her would be too easy for him and nowhere near as fun. That was the only thing working to her advantage now.

She thrust her head back into his face. It hurt but her reward was the sound of breaking bone and his cry. She just ran, not ready emotionally to kill him yet. Later she discovered his blood coating her hair. Buffy wept.

*This was written for Leni’s challenge at Kallysten's Buffyverse 2005 drabble challenge check it out

A New Look - Willow S 4

Why was this so hard? It was just hair after all. It would grow back. Willow’s mind flashed to Buffy bemoaning the ill-thought-out perm she had gotten but still she was just as determined as her friend to have a neat look for college.

Willow tried not to wince as all her long hair fluttered around her. She tried to ignore the snitck of the scissors as the hairdresser worked. This was going to be a big mistake. She knew it.

The beautician handed her a mirror. “How’s it look?”

Willow looked at her short hair and smiled. “Beautiful.”

Brambles - Steven/Holtz – Quor-Toth

“Ow! Father, it hurts! Stop pulling,” Steven moaned, reaching for Holtz’s hand.

“Sorry, son but you’ve made a terrible mess here,” he replied, trying to comb out the Quor-Tothian version of brambles. “Whatever possessed you to go running through that field?”

Steven rolled his eyes at his father in a way only five year olds could do, full of disgust and asking, ‘isn’t it obvious father?’ “I was trying to hop like a Cocias demon. They’re always jumping around in the fields.”

”Steven,” Holtz sighed, trading a comb for scissors. “There’s nothing for it. It all has to come off.”

Terror - Steven/Holtz – Quor-Toth

He hated being afraid but he was. When tiny little hairs started sprouting on his legs and under his arms, he had stopped shucking his clothing for a refreshing swim whenever they came across good water. After all, he had never seen Father without clothes and he couldn’t risk Father seeing the changes in him.

But when the little hairs started to appear near his sinful flesh, Steven panicked. This had to be his demonic heritage showing itself. Afraid and humiliated, he took his shirt off. “Father, I’m becoming a demon.”

Holtz smiled gently. “No, son, you’re becoming a man.”

Glow worm - Buffy/Angel Post Not Fade Away

“It really is rather funny,” Buffy said, touching Angel’s gelled hair.

“My hair is glowing in the dark, Buffy. That’s not funny. Our first night out and you let me walk around with glowing hair.”

“I knew you’d come hide if you knew and then you’d kill your son for doctoring your hair gel,” she replied.

“It’s really unfair to take advantage of a man who has no reflection,” Angel pouted.

“Why do you think Connor did it?” Buffy smiled. “Besides, you got him back.”

Angel thought about his son, unconscious upstairs, his hair now dyed blue. “Now that was fun.”

author’s note this comes from a longer story of mine, if you’re interested ask

Bad Hair Day - Connor – Post Not Fade Away

He wasn’t a kid, no matter how many times Faith called him one. Connor looked at his reflection. God, he had the worst hair ever. Why the hell couldn’t he have inherited his father’s thick pelt of hair?

If he cut it short, he looked like he was twelve. If he left it long, he looked like David Cassidy. He’d look like an idiot with a crew cut. Connor touched the ends of his hair, which had grown past Cassidy-length and was now past his shoulders, irritating Angel.

A beard! That’s what he needed. Faith wouldn’t call him kid again.

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