Cupid Bow Mouth

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: Kvika
A/N: 100 words written for the open_on_sunday Quick challenge. Title is an Old Norse word.


She can smell it, the rising moon reflected in the wolf fur scent permeating her skin, at odds with the light, smiling citrus-honey-flower smell she bathes in. Nina knows that Angel smells it, too. Like she smells the pig's blood.

"Quick fuck before the full moon," she said.

Now, her legs tight around his waist, drawing in and holding on. Lips pressed to his jugular, everything desperate, sharp and drenched with the pig-wolf-happy girl smell as she opens her mouth, riding the edge of orgasm. When she comes she bites down hard, down to the quick and Angel comes, too.

Ha! Make a liar out of me why don't you!!


Title: The Tyger and the Lamb
Author: seraphcelene
Fandom: Angel the Series
Rating: G
A/N: Not Fade Away end-battle; for the Open on Sunday "Slate" challenge.

( Slate )

The prompt for this week at open_on_sunday is Babies. This is what I came up with:


A/N: AU-what if after Lullaby




Angel cradled his mewling, wet, ash-covered son and wished for tears to weep.

“Connor,” he called the squalling, scrabbling, blackened thing with claws and Darla’s cornflower eyes. The baby blinked up at him and snarled around the nipple clamped between his teeth. Blood bubbled up and spilled over Connor’s chin. Angel wiped it away with his thumb.

“We gotta kill it,” Gunn said. “It ain’t right.”

“He’s my son,” Angel replied. “He has a soul.”

Wesley gently touched Angel’s shoulder. “Yes, but perhaps we should take precautions. For now.”

Bleakly Angel stared down at his son. “He has a soul.”

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.


Untitled

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

Title: Strawberry Tart
Author: seraphcelene
A/N: set during Him
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: The way you wear your make-up and the lies told for love.


Strawberry Tart

She rims her eyes with black, darkens the lashes with mascara and suddenly her eyes shout: Fuck me, now! It’s a look she learned from Faith. The candy coated lips are courtesy of Willow and her fondness for Lancome.

Buffy’d be surprised if she saw. Knocked right between the eyes by Dawn’s shimmying hips and the way she has of rolling her tongue when she kisses. A little trick she picked up from Cordelia.

Once, Dawn practiced on Tara. Snuck up on her and dipped her tongue right in. Blindsided and better than a supernatural fuck on a classroom table.




(x-posted at open_on_sunday

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.