More song title drabbles
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ninerva using song title Woman in Chains by Tears for fears
Buffyverse, Darla and Dru, 1800's
Darla was getting tired of Dru’s whimpering. It was hard to set up a tableau with her constant noise. An idea dawned and Darla went to fetch the manacles, looping them through the heavy wrought iron of the staircase bannister. “Come here, Drusilla,” she sing-songed.
“Yes, Grandmummy.” Drusilla wandered over with her newest porcelain doll from Germany. It looked like Joan of Arc. For days after getting the doll, Drusilla had gone around their home, wondering what it would be like to burn alive, play acting it for Darla and Angelus.
Darla caught one of Dru’s slender wrists and clamped the iron on before the other vampiress realized what was going on.
“But Grandmummy!” Dru rattled the chains.
“I told you not to call me that!” Darla growled. “Besides, you’re the one who got Angelus all hot and bothered about celebrating his re-birthday. You want to make him happy, don’t you? This will really make him happy.”
Dru’s eyes tracked the metal around her wrist nervously. “This will make Daddy happy?” She pouted suddenly. “Daddy’ll hurt me lots.” Dru’s blue eyes gleamed.
Darla didn’t know if that meant Dru was excited or afraid. She didn’t really care. “I dare say he will but you wanted him to have a nice re-birthday, remember?”
Dru wriggled in her manacles. Darla hoped she’d do that for Angelus. He’d love it. “Daddy deserves fun.”
Darla laughed lowly. Angelus had no troubles having fun. She pulled Dru’s walnut curls down to frame her face. “There! Pretty, as a picture.”
“Grandmummy, won’t it be just as fun to have Daddy all chained up. He might like that,” Dru said dancing side to side in her chains.
Darla smiled, tingling at the thought of it. “We’ll try that second.”
Written forcarlyinrome using the song title Putting the Damage on by Tori Amos
Angelverse, Spike, Faith, Connor, post - NFA in the Acquainted with the Night series setting
“All I ask for is a nice night out on the town and what do I get? Demons!” Faith vaulted over something that looked like a scaly, organic version of a Dalek.
“If it’s any consolation, you look hot,” Connor said, using a fender previously torn off a car in the fight as a scythe.
“Do you two ever stop bitching?” Spike groaned, doing more watching than fighting.
“So long as we’re putting the damage on them, who cares?” Connor snarled as one of the demons caught him by one of the very many straps and bat buckles that ran up and down his black pants.
Faith bashed the demon with the remains of a street sign, splattering gore everywhere.
“Ew.” Connor wiped it off his black mesh shirt. “Thanks for the save, Faith.”
“No problem, kid.” She flashed him that smile that made him a little weak in the knees.
“Quit calling me that!” Connor moaned.
“Looks like we got them all,” Spike said, surveying the club parking lot.
“We? You got a mouse in your pocket, Spike? I didn’t see you do shit,” Faith said.
The blond rolled his shoulders, unapologetic.
“We’re never going to get into the club looking like this,” Faith said, surveying the ruins of a perfectly killer outfit.
“Tell me about it. My clothes are sticking to my skin,” Connor whined.
“What’s up with that outfit anyhow? Peddling your skinny ass now?” Spike lit up a slightly crushed cigarette.
“Have you seen my college tuition?” Connor shot back. “Why were you even following me and Faith in the first place? Noone invited you.”
“I figured if anyone knew where the party was in NYC, it’d be the Slayer.”
“We were going to a goth club,” Connor replied.
Spike’s eyes got big. “What the hell for? Faith, you’re better than that.”
She shrugged. “Goth boys are so easy.”
“And I only suggested it because...well, you should have seen Dad’s face when I came downstairs dressed like this.” Connor’s smile gave new meaning to self-satisfied.
Spike laughed. “Next time you want to torment Captain Forehead, let me know so I can grab a good seat for the viewing.”
Connor beamed. “Deal.”
“For Angel’s sanity’s sake, I should kill you both,” Faith said, rubbing crusty demon gunk off her hands. “But I’ll settle for going home and a nice hot bath.” She eyed both men. “Alone.”
Seeing their crushed looks, Faith borrowed Connor’s self-satisfied smile.
Written fordknightshade using the song title Fourteen Black Paintings by Peter Gabriel
X-Files, Mulder & Scully, set some time before the show hit the skids
“Okay Mulder, I give. Tell me what I’m looking for.” Scully squinted at the view screen as Mulder clicked through the slides.
“Tell me what you see, Scully,” Mulder urged, lounging back on his chair with his usual little half-grin.
She looked again. “I see multiple pictures of the same black canvas.”
“Actually it’s fourteen black paintings all by Seth Schindel in the 1800's,” Mulder replied with a knowing look.
“So while everyone else was doing the colorful Pre-Raphaelite masterpieces this Schindel was wasting canvas and a lot of black paint. Why?” Dana wished that Mulder would just tell her without her playing twenty questions but she knew he wouldn’t. He liked his little display, the show and tell of it. Maybe he read too many Sherlock Holmes mysteries as a boy.
“That is the mystery. They say Schindel painted over fourteen different powerful occult images to hide them,” Mulder said.
“The eighteen hundreds was the height of the spiritualist movement. So why are we concerned with these paintings?” Scully glanced over at him, hoping her partner would stop dribbling out the pertinent information.
“Every owner of the set has died in strange ways. One theory is they tried to tap into the contained power of the paintings and there was consequences. The paintings showed up in the hands of a two star general in Virginia who was just found pecked to death by ravens in his back yard.” Mulder’s lips twitched up.
“One of these days you’ll just start with the important stuff first, Mulder,” she said wearily.
Mulder rolled to his feet. “Where’s the fun in that? Come on, Scully. We have to get to Arlington to look at some paintings.”
“Okay, Mulder, but I warn you now, if I start bleeding from the eyes because of these paintings, I’m never going to forgive you.” Scully followed him with smile of her own. Her life might be crazy now that she was with Mulder but at least it was never dull.
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ninerva using song title Woman in Chains by Tears for fearsBuffyverse, Darla and Dru, 1800's
Darla was getting tired of Dru’s whimpering. It was hard to set up a tableau with her constant noise. An idea dawned and Darla went to fetch the manacles, looping them through the heavy wrought iron of the staircase bannister. “Come here, Drusilla,” she sing-songed.
“Yes, Grandmummy.” Drusilla wandered over with her newest porcelain doll from Germany. It looked like Joan of Arc. For days after getting the doll, Drusilla had gone around their home, wondering what it would be like to burn alive, play acting it for Darla and Angelus.
Darla caught one of Dru’s slender wrists and clamped the iron on before the other vampiress realized what was going on.
“But Grandmummy!” Dru rattled the chains.
“I told you not to call me that!” Darla growled. “Besides, you’re the one who got Angelus all hot and bothered about celebrating his re-birthday. You want to make him happy, don’t you? This will really make him happy.”
Dru’s eyes tracked the metal around her wrist nervously. “This will make Daddy happy?” She pouted suddenly. “Daddy’ll hurt me lots.” Dru’s blue eyes gleamed.
Darla didn’t know if that meant Dru was excited or afraid. She didn’t really care. “I dare say he will but you wanted him to have a nice re-birthday, remember?”
Dru wriggled in her manacles. Darla hoped she’d do that for Angelus. He’d love it. “Daddy deserves fun.”
Darla laughed lowly. Angelus had no troubles having fun. She pulled Dru’s walnut curls down to frame her face. “There! Pretty, as a picture.”
“Grandmummy, won’t it be just as fun to have Daddy all chained up. He might like that,” Dru said dancing side to side in her chains.
Darla smiled, tingling at the thought of it. “We’ll try that second.”
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carlyinrome using the song title Putting the Damage on by Tori AmosAngelverse, Spike, Faith, Connor, post - NFA in the Acquainted with the Night series setting
“All I ask for is a nice night out on the town and what do I get? Demons!” Faith vaulted over something that looked like a scaly, organic version of a Dalek.
“If it’s any consolation, you look hot,” Connor said, using a fender previously torn off a car in the fight as a scythe.
“Do you two ever stop bitching?” Spike groaned, doing more watching than fighting.
“So long as we’re putting the damage on them, who cares?” Connor snarled as one of the demons caught him by one of the very many straps and bat buckles that ran up and down his black pants.
Faith bashed the demon with the remains of a street sign, splattering gore everywhere.
“Ew.” Connor wiped it off his black mesh shirt. “Thanks for the save, Faith.”
“No problem, kid.” She flashed him that smile that made him a little weak in the knees.
“Quit calling me that!” Connor moaned.
“Looks like we got them all,” Spike said, surveying the club parking lot.
“We? You got a mouse in your pocket, Spike? I didn’t see you do shit,” Faith said.
The blond rolled his shoulders, unapologetic.
“We’re never going to get into the club looking like this,” Faith said, surveying the ruins of a perfectly killer outfit.
“Tell me about it. My clothes are sticking to my skin,” Connor whined.
“What’s up with that outfit anyhow? Peddling your skinny ass now?” Spike lit up a slightly crushed cigarette.
“Have you seen my college tuition?” Connor shot back. “Why were you even following me and Faith in the first place? Noone invited you.”
“I figured if anyone knew where the party was in NYC, it’d be the Slayer.”
“We were going to a goth club,” Connor replied.
Spike’s eyes got big. “What the hell for? Faith, you’re better than that.”
She shrugged. “Goth boys are so easy.”
“And I only suggested it because...well, you should have seen Dad’s face when I came downstairs dressed like this.” Connor’s smile gave new meaning to self-satisfied.
Spike laughed. “Next time you want to torment Captain Forehead, let me know so I can grab a good seat for the viewing.”
Connor beamed. “Deal.”
“For Angel’s sanity’s sake, I should kill you both,” Faith said, rubbing crusty demon gunk off her hands. “But I’ll settle for going home and a nice hot bath.” She eyed both men. “Alone.”
Seeing their crushed looks, Faith borrowed Connor’s self-satisfied smile.
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dknightshade using the song title Fourteen Black Paintings by Peter GabrielX-Files, Mulder & Scully, set some time before the show hit the skids
“Okay Mulder, I give. Tell me what I’m looking for.” Scully squinted at the view screen as Mulder clicked through the slides.
“Tell me what you see, Scully,” Mulder urged, lounging back on his chair with his usual little half-grin.
She looked again. “I see multiple pictures of the same black canvas.”
“Actually it’s fourteen black paintings all by Seth Schindel in the 1800's,” Mulder replied with a knowing look.
“So while everyone else was doing the colorful Pre-Raphaelite masterpieces this Schindel was wasting canvas and a lot of black paint. Why?” Dana wished that Mulder would just tell her without her playing twenty questions but she knew he wouldn’t. He liked his little display, the show and tell of it. Maybe he read too many Sherlock Holmes mysteries as a boy.
“That is the mystery. They say Schindel painted over fourteen different powerful occult images to hide them,” Mulder said.
“The eighteen hundreds was the height of the spiritualist movement. So why are we concerned with these paintings?” Scully glanced over at him, hoping her partner would stop dribbling out the pertinent information.
“Every owner of the set has died in strange ways. One theory is they tried to tap into the contained power of the paintings and there was consequences. The paintings showed up in the hands of a two star general in Virginia who was just found pecked to death by ravens in his back yard.” Mulder’s lips twitched up.
“One of these days you’ll just start with the important stuff first, Mulder,” she said wearily.
Mulder rolled to his feet. “Where’s the fun in that? Come on, Scully. We have to get to Arlington to look at some paintings.”
“Okay, Mulder, but I warn you now, if I start bleeding from the eyes because of these paintings, I’m never going to forgive you.” Scully followed him with smile of her own. Her life might be crazy now that she was with Mulder but at least it was never dull.
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Date: 2006-04-23 06:25 pm (UTC)(although if you wanted to finish it, I'd squee and dance.)
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Date: 2006-04-23 06:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-04-23 06:10 pm (UTC)And I like the action in the second one and also the way Connor managed to get in a spot of torturing Angel. Faith also made her feelings about those two quite clear!
And I don't watch alot of X File but I like the last drabble as well...it sounds like a very interesting start to a story actually.
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Date: 2006-04-23 06:34 pm (UTC)I like the X-files story, I miss those two.
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Date: 2006-04-23 06:51 pm (UTC)and I really miss Mulder & Scully
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Date: 2006-04-24 12:42 am (UTC)They're all very well written. I loved the banter in the second one, and the Dru/Darla one was a perfect set up.
Oh and I love the Xander/April Showers drabble. *laughs*
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Date: 2006-04-24 01:36 am (UTC)Love the kids out on a date with the Spike-chaperone (not) and Darla and Dru in chains.
But Scully and Mulder? Whooooo! *laughs* I want more!
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Date: 2006-04-25 01:41 am (UTC)Uh huh. Sure there isn't more story.
*nods knowingly*
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Date: 2006-04-24 02:30 am (UTC)So, so awesome. I loved -- strangely -- that Faith asked Spike if he had a mouse in his pocket when he said "we;" my mother -- who is, good Lord, not a thing like Faith, thank GOD -- says that all the time. Hee! And I loved the torturing Angel bit. Poor man.
And the Darla/Dru one? Mmmmmmmmmm. That's all I have to say.
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Date: 2006-04-24 03:35 am (UTC)