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sb_fag_ends2010-12-01 11:34 am
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Drabble: Fire and Rain
Title: Fire and Rain
Author: Rebcake
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Anger Management
Setting: Toward the end of Fool For Love
A/N: Late, but that's because Sloth is my mistress.
He couldn’t believe he had been brought right back to his lowest point, so easily, by this brainless chit. Brushing by Harmony, he considered that brainlessness must come in orders of magnitude. Still, nothing said “lack brain” like a skull blown to smithereens by a 12-gauge.
It would be worth his own sore head to finally be rid of this taunting monster. Buffy held his every internal organ — guts, heart, lungs — in her small, cruel fingers. She was merciless, and so would he be.
But: tears. A tiny chink in her unassailable armor. His wrath melted in salt.
Author: Rebcake
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Anger Management
Setting: Toward the end of Fool For Love
A/N: Late, but that's because Sloth is my mistress.
He couldn’t believe he had been brought right back to his lowest point, so easily, by this brainless chit. Brushing by Harmony, he considered that brainlessness must come in orders of magnitude. Still, nothing said “lack brain” like a skull blown to smithereens by a 12-gauge.
It would be worth his own sore head to finally be rid of this taunting monster. Buffy held his every internal organ — guts, heart, lungs — in her small, cruel fingers. She was merciless, and so would he be.
But: tears. A tiny chink in her unassailable armor. His wrath melted in salt.