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Friday: Free For All

Hey guys! It's Friday yet again on this illustrious April morning. And what does that mean? Oh yeah, you know it! All fandoms, groupings, and prompts are good to go!



Just please remember to show some restraint when you prompt so everyone has a chance to play, and please, for the love of our code monkeys, remember to format your prompts properly. For example:

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, too much like Dad

Doctor Who/Primeval, Ten/Abby, if you think Rex is cute...



And as always, if nothing you're seeing snags you're interest, check out our Lonely Prompts.



Speaking of Lonely Prompts, don't forget that this weekend is going to be another Lonely Prompt Challenge! Y'all did so great last time, let's keep up all the fabulous writing!

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dreamsofspike
May. 6th, 2009 05:50 am (UTC)
When Buffy storms into the house, tears streaming from her eyes, Tara immediately gets a pretty good idea of what's happened. She gets up, but she doesn't head upstairs after Buffy. Instead, she heads for the door and makes her way to Restfield Cemetery.

She finds Spike in a similar state, pacing and raging, tears streaming from his eyes as he wrecks his crypt, throwing furniture and other possessions against the walls.

She closes the door loudly enough for him to hear it and get his attention -- and he looks up at her in startled alarm that quickly softens into relief.

"Tara. What're you doing here?" he asks softly, sorrow and defeat in his voice as he turns away from here.

She wastes no time on false pleasantries, just crosses the room to him and puts her arms around him from behind, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" she murmurs with tender concern. "What happened?"

"She hates me. I don't know why she even bothers. She hates me! If the sight of me disgusts her so much, why does she even bother to touch me?"

His shoulders shake with silent sobs, and she pulls him closer, hands tugging gently at his waist to get him to turn around.

"Hey," she murmurs, one hand gently touching his cheek. "She's got to be crazy. She doesn't know what she's missing out on, sweetie."

He reluctantly allows her to embrace him, taking comfort from the gentleness the Slayer denies him -- and she hopes that one day he'll get over his obsession and see that he is worth more than Buffy will ever be willing to give him.
xeelia
May. 8th, 2009 08:49 pm (UTC)
Beautifully done.
dreamsofspike
May. 9th, 2009 12:13 am (UTC)
thanx so much, love, i'm so glad you enjoyed it :) *Hugs*
mulder200
May. 28th, 2009 05:19 am (UTC)
Ah! That was truly touching and sweet!
dreamsofspike
May. 28th, 2009 06:01 am (UTC)
thanx so much, love, glad you liked it ;) *Hugs*

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