Cupid Bow Mouth

Title: Divergence
Author: seraphcelene
A/N: set during Chosen, mild-spoilers for S8. 100 words for the Burn(s) prompt.



"You ready to kill me," she asks. "Brace yourself."

Her fingers on the scythe, a knot of hunger swells from the crater of Willow's id. The world bleeds red, then black. Willow sees the forks in the road through blind obsidian eyes. The possibilities wind out and curl back: Buffy, the scythe, a girl, and her vampire twin.

"Come on, Red," Kennedy whispers.

This is about power. It is also about choice.

Willow breathes and pushes past the fist of hunger in her throat. The world burns white. The future is swallowed in a sodium flare, Willow forgets and falls.

Title: Inside
A/N: 100 words post-Restless for the Sarah Polley challenge at open_on_sunday. My inspiration was Splice.
Disclaimer: BtVS and all related characters belong to Whedon, Fox, Mutant Enemy, et al. I'm just taking them out for a little exercise.
Summary: Adam after death. Magic and monsters, what if there was a soul besides.


What was your name? They ask, not for the first time.

Not a man among us can remember.

And that includes the you who you once were and who you've now become.

I am singular perfection. I walk in both worlds and belong to neither, Adam answers in your voice, liquid baritone frankensteined with demon and machine.

He is what remained, downloadable memory; your heavy uranium heart.

Your hands were not your own, nor your eyes or what you did. A shadowed soul clinging to the corners, nothing more (but never any less) than Adam's nameless longing, acknowledged and discarded.

Title: Col Arco (with the bow)
Author: seraphcelene
Rating: PG-13ish (barely around the edges)
A/N: pre-Innocence B/A for the bow challenge at open on sunday. x-posted.
Summary: Buffy and Angel, playing close to the bridge.

Angel plays Buffy tight, he's always known how. Draws the sound of her pleasure, like a song, from her heart. It's the mingled echo of heartbreak and sharp knives, roaring apocalypse at the world's end.

His nipping mouth swallows her gasps for safety. A promise and a warning.

Angel saws against her, jean clad thigh wedged high and tight between her legs. Presses up with his knee and then tilts his pelvis down. Kisses the spot behind her ear, and shivers as her kitten voice breaks with orgasm, sweet legato drawn by the desperate press of his body on hers.

gakked from iamsab:

Take any one of my stories, if you like, and ask me what happens after the end of the story.

Author: seraphcelene
A/N: AU during Anne. Summary courtesy of Emily Dickinson.
Summary: Three times, 'tis said, a sinking man comes up to face the skies.


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A moment of sand and sun and Angel’s arms encircling her waist, chin dipped into the curve of her throat; he whispers into Buffy’s ear: "If I were blind, I would see you."

He dissolves. Blown away by the salty breeze and the sharp rise of guilt, Angel waits in the waves, she knows.

Sitting there, on the beach, smothered by the scent of brine and rot, Buffy watches the tide until she can't resist the pull of the moon or the sound of her name whispered on the wind.

Forever, she thinks, and walks into the ocean at daybreak.


x-posted at open_on_sunday

Updated House of Leaves with all recent drabbles including today's challenge responses:

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

( Jazz Funeral )


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

( To Love Her )

Author: seraphcelene
Fandom: BtVS pre-series, a Chinese Slayer.
Summary: She's been a slayer for only three days.
A/N: I apologize in advance for any and all mistakes.

The Golden Lotus

“Bao bao huai jung shuay,” Xue sang and ignored the red-eyed shadow creeping along the wall. She curled around Li Mei, breathed in her softness and the scent of opium.

It was not a good day for foot binding; Li Mei had screamed herself hoarse. Xue held her hand and ignored the pop and crack of her own feet struggling against the bindings and the silk of her slippers.

“Biao,” a voice whispered from the dark.

“Yao mo,” Xue shivered against the kiss of silver at her throat. “Do not kill the child.”

“I come for you, Slayer. Only you.”


( translations )

ETA
Yoon Ha Lee's Words Written in Fire at Shadows of Saturn is a creepy little read. Go and enjoy.