Re: :: Convergent Slayers (7/)

["C S Armitage" <soren_nyrond@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

> Bugger, Anne-Lise thought. Now I'll *have* to write another chapter.

Commissioners of Oaths, Soren thought -- *more* feedback !!!

> "I'm Jonesing for an explanation," Xander said. "But don't spoil
> this moment. Did you see his face?" Xander's grin was pure glee.

Classic line from the King of Cretins -- even I couldn't have topped it.

> Buffy truculently pulled away. "I stand by my frustrated groan,"
> she mumbled.
> "He doesn't know?" Willow repeated.
> "I guess not," Riley said. "What don't I know?"
> "Buffy and I are..." Willow ran out of words.
> "Lovers," Buffy completed.
> Riley staggered. "Wow." He raised a hand then let it drop. "Is that
> a joke?"
> "No joke," Buffy said.
> "Only, last time, you said you were marrying Spike, and that was a
> joke." Riley's face took on a pained expression.
> "No joke," Buffy reiterated. "And I wish people would stop
> mentioning that... that moment of madness."

Hum.

> Willow climbed out of her bed and walked over. She stood on tiptoe,
> and to Riley's chagrin and Buffy's surprise, she kissed him.
> "Thank you," she smiled. "You could have made a bad situation worse,
> and you didn't. That means a lot to me, to us."

Not only nice, but nicely done. Feels authentic. Fits story. Saves
eighteen pages of tripartite angst. Bonus credit.


> "My brethren," the child-master addressed the assembled
> throng. "Soon our dream of the Fourth Empire will be brought to
> fruition!"
> "Hoo, bloody, ray." A lone vampire stalked forward, clapping. The
> crowd of demons parted like the seas around Moses.
> The master snarled. "Who the hell are you?"
> "They call me Spike." The peroxide vampire lit up a cigarette. "What
> do they call you, mate?"

Ah, the juvenile lead -- and making a hell of an entrance. I can see this
working very well on screen.

> "What are these?" Buffy asked.
> Willow looked up at the tub Buffy held. "Dried chicken legs,"
> Willow continued to mark out a small circle with a stick of charcoal.
> "You keep this stuff in our fridge?" Buffy chewed her lip. "What if
> I'd wanted a late-night snack? What if I was too blurry and tired and
> grief-stricken to make out the label on the Tupperware?" Buffy
> crossed her arms.
> "I seem to be a chicken leg short," Willow noticed. Her eyes
> widened. "Buffy!"
> "No big?" Buffy into the tub. "These were fresh, right?"
> "Its no big," Willow sighed. "Just be glad you didn't eat anything
> out of the other tub."
> "Yeah!" Buffy agreed, her face a picture of innocence. "What was in
> the other tub?"

*Substantially* scary place here.

> Buffy gave a non-committal shrug. "Would that explain my morning
> hair?" Willow blinked. "Well, I do look pretty witchy in the morning."
> "True!" Willow agreed, and got bapped by a pillow.

And nice.

And can I lie down now ?

Soren, small and weary Nyrond, with big smile from *two* helping of
fudgy-choco-fic