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Remix/Redux assignment is POOOOOOOOOOSTED! Only one day before the deadline so not feeling too guilty about that. Looks like most people have gotten theirs in super early so I'm feeling a bit contrite... tehehee...
I have so many fics started and halfway through so why has this Willow/Oz futurefic totally taken me over??? I can think of nothing else. *hands* I must purge myself of this I suspect before I can get back to normal.
Here is a snippet because I am still writing like a mad thing and it's hurting me because I'm trying to make it happy and it will get there eventually but it's me. There has to be angsty McAngstpants first.
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They’re in a cafe, the kind that sells coffee you can stand your spoon up in and she’s looking him over carefully. His hair is dark brown and while still spiky, less so than it used to be. There is a spareness to his features and beads still on his wrist but there is also the tail-end of a tattoo curling out of his shirt collar and she longs to tug his shirt down and away so she can see what it is.
She can feel the power coming off it from where she’s sitting.
Where have you been, what have you been doing? Somehow she can’t make her mouth say the words but is comforted to notice that he also looks at a loss. He rarely talked at length but he always chose silence rather than being without words. He makes her feel like the clutzy sixteen year old all over again and realises that she never stopped loving him. She has loved people other than him but there it was.
“You look good,” she says and then grimaces and he snorts a laugh. The sound is so familiar that she almost gets lost in it. She always loved making him laugh.
“I heard what happened to…” He makes a helpless gesture with his hands. She knows it isn’t because he’s forgotten Tara’s name but is, rather, skirting a painful subject. With a sudden clench to the heart, she wonders if he heard the end of that particular story, what she did and what she almost did. “I’m sorry,” he offers and she can tell he means it.
Distance and time means she can think about Tara without wanting to curl up and shut down. Ten years doesn’t seem like a long time but she has seen others along the way, Kennedy at first and then a mixture of men and women, all of whom never measured up to those first two that she would always have as a template of perfection, skewed as her version of perfection is.
“I told you this would happen,” she says and then bites her lip, but his eyes flood with mirth and she knows he gets it.
“You did at that,” he agrees, nodding.
I have so many fics started and halfway through so why has this Willow/Oz futurefic totally taken me over??? I can think of nothing else. *hands* I must purge myself of this I suspect before I can get back to normal.
Here is a snippet because I am still writing like a mad thing and it's hurting me because I'm trying to make it happy and it will get there eventually but it's me. There has to be angsty McAngstpants first.
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They’re in a cafe, the kind that sells coffee you can stand your spoon up in and she’s looking him over carefully. His hair is dark brown and while still spiky, less so than it used to be. There is a spareness to his features and beads still on his wrist but there is also the tail-end of a tattoo curling out of his shirt collar and she longs to tug his shirt down and away so she can see what it is.
She can feel the power coming off it from where she’s sitting.
Where have you been, what have you been doing? Somehow she can’t make her mouth say the words but is comforted to notice that he also looks at a loss. He rarely talked at length but he always chose silence rather than being without words. He makes her feel like the clutzy sixteen year old all over again and realises that she never stopped loving him. She has loved people other than him but there it was.
“You look good,” she says and then grimaces and he snorts a laugh. The sound is so familiar that she almost gets lost in it. She always loved making him laugh.
“I heard what happened to…” He makes a helpless gesture with his hands. She knows it isn’t because he’s forgotten Tara’s name but is, rather, skirting a painful subject. With a sudden clench to the heart, she wonders if he heard the end of that particular story, what she did and what she almost did. “I’m sorry,” he offers and she can tell he means it.
Distance and time means she can think about Tara without wanting to curl up and shut down. Ten years doesn’t seem like a long time but she has seen others along the way, Kennedy at first and then a mixture of men and women, all of whom never measured up to those first two that she would always have as a template of perfection, skewed as her version of perfection is.
“I told you this would happen,” she says and then bites her lip, but his eyes flood with mirth and she knows he gets it.
“You did at that,” he agrees, nodding.
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I'm dying to read the rest, but simultaneously unwilling to get into a whole other fanfic area. But then, if it's already from someone on my flist, that's okay... I'm not actually getting into the whole Buffydom fanfic thing... right? Right?
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Believe me, this is definitely going to be a one-off.
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(Although that might be the most impossible story to write, ever. Stoic much?)
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No plotbunnies. NOOOOOOOOOO!! Have you seen my work in progress list???
*buries self under unfinished fics in attempts to hide from you*
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I love Buffy, and Angel to a lesser extent, but oh... too huge. I'm avoiding Doctor Who for the same reason. I'd never see daylight again.
(My brother, bless him, owns all the DVDs of both, so I just borrow his when I want to watch. So much cheaper. *g*)
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::squee:: Oh, gosh I am so excited. Keep it coming!!! Buffy addict that I am, I watched the show before I started partaking in fandoms, so I never experienced BTVS fic. But I love me some Willow/Oz...so I can't wait to read more of yours:)
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Just so you know, I will read anything you write in any fandom. I'm just sayin'. :D
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*flails*
And dawwwww... *smishes you*
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