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sb_fag_ends2014-10-24 11:10 pm
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Fic: Grave Thoughts
Title: Grave Thoughts
Creator: drizzlydaze
Rating: PG
Setting: S6
Word count: 247
Prompt: The Premature Burial
A/N: Is that how I should spell the short form of because? Coz? EDIT: Read its companion piece Cryptic Thinking.
Why did you bury me if you were going to bring me back? We’re not vamps. We’re not bound to some weird old ritual thing. Was it for lying? Coz I was lying on my back for four months there, cooling and decomposing, while you were lying to yourselves. Was it for peace. Then maybe you should have left me in. Peace, instead of pieces. Was it for comfort. Guess it was alright, then. Good job picking the coffin. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to pick a coffin, so maybe I should have planned ahead instead of letting you guys do it for me.
It was one of my worst nightmares, getting buried alive. So thanks for—well, good thing I was dead first. I guess I always thought clawing out of the grave was the way out, but now I’m pretty scared of that too. You know, when I find more common ground with a vamp, never mind Spike, I feel a bit off. But maybe that’s not why I’m feeling off. I wonder how it was for him, digging his way out. Better or worse? He wouldn’t have needed to breathe. But he wouldn’t have known that.
I’m so used to open graves. But if every grave were open, we wouldn’t need headstones. I also wouldn’t have needed to bloody my knuckles. We can’t have everything. But I campaign for an open-grave world now.
Dirt is a bit like dust, but heavier.
Creator: drizzlydaze
Rating: PG
Setting: S6
Word count: 247
Prompt: The Premature Burial
A/N: Is that how I should spell the short form of because? Coz? EDIT: Read its companion piece Cryptic Thinking.
Why did you bury me if you were going to bring me back? We’re not vamps. We’re not bound to some weird old ritual thing. Was it for lying? Coz I was lying on my back for four months there, cooling and decomposing, while you were lying to yourselves. Was it for peace. Then maybe you should have left me in. Peace, instead of pieces. Was it for comfort. Guess it was alright, then. Good job picking the coffin. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to pick a coffin, so maybe I should have planned ahead instead of letting you guys do it for me.
It was one of my worst nightmares, getting buried alive. So thanks for—well, good thing I was dead first. I guess I always thought clawing out of the grave was the way out, but now I’m pretty scared of that too. You know, when I find more common ground with a vamp, never mind Spike, I feel a bit off. But maybe that’s not why I’m feeling off. I wonder how it was for him, digging his way out. Better or worse? He wouldn’t have needed to breathe. But he wouldn’t have known that.
I’m so used to open graves. But if every grave were open, we wouldn’t need headstones. I also wouldn’t have needed to bloody my knuckles. We can’t have everything. But I campaign for an open-grave world now.
Dirt is a bit like dust, but heavier.