Sound Drabbles
Jan. 23rd, 2005 06:53 pmYou know the drill. Not mine. They belong to You Know Who. All are Pg-13
Willow/Xander - Pre S1 - The Uncool Crowd
She won’t let them see her tears. The sounds of their mocking voices roll over her like a wave. Willow knows she should be used to them by now. How many years had she been the butt of their jokes? How long had she endured their ugly comments about her clothes, hair and make up? Why couldn’t she be like Jesse and Xander who seemed oblivious to the wickedness of the Cordettes?
Xander’s hand fell on her shoulder. "You okay, Willow?"
She nodded, wishing something would snip out the vapid cows’ tongues. "Yeah." She lied for his sake.
"That’s my girl."
Buffy S 2 - The Sound of His Voice
Alone in her bed room, wrapped up tight in her blankets, her cheek resting on Mr. Gordo, the echos of his voice brings her to tears. The sound of his voice, the coldness as he tells her that he thought she was a pro, shatters her heart. Even before she knew he had gone bad, Buffy could tell. Angel hadn’t sounded like that, so vile, so vicious. She shuddering, hearing him in her head mocking her gift of her virginity. She felt flayed to the bone, trapped listening to velvety smooth sound of his voice carving the soul out of her.
It should disturb her that the sound of breaking bones doesn’t turn her stomach. Maybe that ‘poof’ noise the vamps make when they go to dust should give her pause. It doesn’t. Faith found herself being drawn deeper in love with the symphony of meaty thuds of fist on flesh, the panting of the monster, of herself, the grunts and cries of pain. It was the soundtrack of her new life, one of power, one where she mattered. Faith could tell that somehow all the noise bothered Buffy. She didn’t get it. It was the hallmark that made them special.
Steven’s head snapped up, honing in a the chittering sound. Father would be so proud of him. It was hard to find Uanaj demons and even harder to find their nests. It was worth it though. They produced a jelly-like food for their queen that was sweet and heavy on the tongue. Father said it was like honey.
The little boy waited stock still for hours until all the soldiers left the nest to go out about their daily duties. Steven raided the nest, carrying away his prize. Father found him later sick on sweets, and immensely happy with himself.
Angel Bwt S3-4 Imaginary Sounds
He had heard the sound so many times before, the gratifying snap of bone. This time he shrieked. He did it, snapped his son’s slender neck. The boy had been smiling at him, looking so much like Darla and he had struck before Connor could move. His son crumpled on the roof.
Angel’s screams didn’t actually make a sound in his water-filled coffin. Sea water flooded his mouth. Another damn hallucination. They were getting worse. He couldn’t tell what was memory, what was dream and what was desire. Did he actually want to kill his son? The answer terrified him.
Angel was numb to the smell of his son’s blood all over him. He could block out the river of red that poured forth when he cut Connor’s throat. He couldn’t keep the sounds of anguish in his baby’s voice from haunting him. He couldn’t stop the tears as his mind turned over those words, the begging for death, the pleads for love Connor couldn’t believe was actually there for him. He would be haunted by ‘can’t be saved by a lie.’ Angel would prove his son wrong.
"They’ll do it You know the price."
Angel nodded at Lilah. "Done."
Connor - Post NFA - Angry Boy Music
Connor listened to the acerbic sounds of the lead singer’s voice over the pounding beat. Yes, he had forgiven his dad for mucking around with his memories. Yes, he was grateful Angel survived that battle but there something called over-parenting. Angel sometimes didn’t get that he needed a little space.
Connor plucked the freshly burned cd out of the drive. Linkin Park, Simple Plan, The Cure, maybe his life’s soundtrack would get across the message that sometimes he needed to be the sulky young man and needed to be alone. If not, cramming the cd down Angel’s throat would be therapeutic.
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Date: 2005-01-24 02:06 am (UTC)(reminded me of that scene in AtS, 4 - the awakening - wherein Angel angrily reminds Connor that he's not the only one with dad issues.)
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Date: 2005-01-24 02:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-24 04:23 pm (UTC)And lol on the last one XD
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Date: 2005-01-25 04:28 am (UTC)Connor and his daddy issues. *sigh*
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Date: 2005-01-25 04:41 am (UTC)Connor must have his daddy issues
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Date: 2005-01-25 05:57 pm (UTC)The Prize - Heh. And now I have a picture of Connor as Winnie the Pooh.
Angry Boy Music - LOVED this one. Especially the last line.
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Date: 2005-01-25 06:42 pm (UTC)And everyone seemed to like that one especially that last line