Thunder & Lightning Drabbles
Oct. 17th, 2005 01:56 pmI suggest a prompt and figures I go brain dead for it for a long while...
Spike/Dru – pre-show – Music of Nature
“Listen to the sound of heaven.” Drusilla danced in the downpour.
Spike rolled his eyes, watching her from the shelter of the doorway. “It’s just thunder, pet. Nothing heavenly about it.” Spike found more heavenly things in the way her dress clung to her slender form, kindling a storm below his belt.
Dru’s expression fell. “My Spike doesn’t appreciate the beauty of the storm, or hear the music of nature.”
“Is this because I wouldn’t take you dancing last night?” Spike asked perplexed.
Her eyes turned molten amber. “You won’t be dancing with me until stars fall from the sky.”
Angel pre-show Storm’s passion
The ragged cut of yellow across the sky told him it was time to get under cover. He wasn’t sure why he cared. Getting rained on would at least clean him up a little. His stench was beginning to burn his own nose. Still, he didn’t feel like hunting rats in the rain. He’d find them in the subway tunnels where he bivouacked.
Angel cast an eye skywards remembering watching lightening with Darla. She loved storms. They made her passionate, wild, almost uncontrollable in bed. The mere remembrance of it stood him erect. Just another reason to hide himself away.
Ripper – 1970’s Naming
“Why don’t you call yourselves Thunder and Lightning?” Deirdre asked. Ripper and Ethan both glared at her.
“That sucks,” Ethan told her.
“So does your music.” Randall said.
“It’s loud like a storm,” Deirdre reasoned.
Ripper brushed back his long hair, then played a wild riff on his guitar. “That doesn’t suck. We just need a name.”
“I’m no good with names,” Philip said tightening a drum head.
“Don’t matter. Ethan can’t sing,” Deidre said.
“Forget her. I have something that will help us find a name.” Ethan shook a baggie full of aromatic weed.
Ripper grinned. “Perfect.”
“As always.”
Connor – in Quor-Toth Called on the Account of Weather
Steven clamped his ears against the sharp crack of thunder. The red sky was alight with white streaks of lightning. It was a dangerous time to be out but the little boy couldn’t stop now. He might lose Father’s trail if the rain started. He would lose the game then. He had been tracking Father for days now.
Lightning kissed the ground not far from him. Steven felt his body lifting up by the radiating energy. He lay in the dirt twitching. His hair stood up from his head like invisible fingers were playing with it. Time to find shelter.
Connor – bwt S3-4 Thinking on Fathers.
He watched the lightning dance over the waves. Thunder and the sounds of surf seemed almost peaceful to him. Fred and Gunn would be angry he was out at night. He didn’t know why he stayed with the people who kept him occupied while Angelus murdered Father but he was too afraid to leave them.
Lightning used to frighten him but the storms back home were so much more fierce than this. Connor dug his fingers into the cool wet sand, watching nature’s fury. It felt like his soul. “Can you feel the storm down there, Angel? Never forget me.”
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Date: 2005-10-17 06:02 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-10-17 06:21 pm (UTC)The 1970's one is cute but "Lightening" is probably not the word you want. *giggles*
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Date: 2005-10-17 06:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-18 03:55 am (UTC)Creepy? He's practically Jack Skellington.
Certainly has the build and the smile for it.
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Date: 2005-10-18 04:39 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-10-19 02:37 am (UTC)SO, in your Halloween story, gonna dress scrawny boy as Jack now? Hee hee hee. I'm not sure Faith would make a good Sally...Dawn, maybe. She's got the hair for it.
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