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Updated House of Leaves with all recent drabbles including today's challenge responses:
Fandom: Farscape
Rating: G
A/N: 100 words written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
farscapefriday Sensory Overload Challenge. Set post-Peacekeeper Wars.
Summary: Didn’t he ramble … He rambled all around
Jazz Funeral
John tried to explain: a big, black casket and black horses wearing plumes. White cotton gloves and ragtime music cutting the air into shreds. The keening wail of mourners and funeral dirges as they walk the broken streets beneath the spread of oak and willow trees into a stone-silent cemetery.
If they hadn’t left the body behind.
He tried to explain to Chiana and Aeryn.
“I get it, but I don’t feel much like celebrating,” Chiana whispered into the curve of his neck.
John held her while she cried, and instead of a jazz funeral he named his son D‘Argo.
Fandom: BtVS
Rating: G
A/N: 100 words for theopen_on_sunday Feeling(s) Challenge. Set during Prophecy Girl.
Summary: Xander, the conquering hero
To Love Her
“You have to do it. I have no breath,” Angel says.
Xander leans close and -- Puff -- like a kiss on the lips because maybe he won’t get the chance again.
His urgent body rises at the thought.
He pushes against her chest.
Puff -- and this time when Buffy’s chest moves there’s something besides his breath filling her lungs. There’s a push on the other side, resistance.
His hands on her chest, his breath warm against her lips and for a moment she kisses him back.
Xander, conquering hero. His breath and her life, for a moment, entangled.
Fandom: Farscape
Rating: G
A/N: 100 words written for the
farscapefriday Sensory Overload Challenge. Set post-Peacekeeper Wars.Summary: Didn’t he ramble … He rambled all around
John tried to explain: a big, black casket and black horses wearing plumes. White cotton gloves and ragtime music cutting the air into shreds. The keening wail of mourners and funeral dirges as they walk the broken streets beneath the spread of oak and willow trees into a stone-silent cemetery.
If they hadn’t left the body behind.
He tried to explain to Chiana and Aeryn.
“I get it, but I don’t feel much like celebrating,” Chiana whispered into the curve of his neck.
John held her while she cried, and instead of a jazz funeral he named his son D‘Argo.
Fandom: BtVS
Rating: G
A/N: 100 words for the
open_on_sunday Feeling(s) Challenge. Set during Prophecy Girl.Summary: Xander, the conquering hero
“You have to do it. I have no breath,” Angel says.
Xander leans close and -- Puff -- like a kiss on the lips because maybe he won’t get the chance again.
His urgent body rises at the thought.
He pushes against her chest.
Puff -- and this time when Buffy’s chest moves there’s something besides his breath filling her lungs. There’s a push on the other side, resistance.
His hands on her chest, his breath warm against her lips and for a moment she kisses him back.
Xander, conquering hero. His breath and her life, for a moment, entangled.
