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No More Lenore
Prompt: Lenore
Setting: The Future
Rating: PG
Words: 350
No More Lenore
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“What about Lenore?” Buffy says, thumbing through a book of baby names. “After your sister.” Sure, the little furball is not a human baby, but she’s their baby all the same. Their baby that they can leave behind in the care of a doting aunt when the apocalypse calls, without too much guilt.
“No! Not – never Lenore.”
She’d swear he blanched, if vampires could blanch. “O-kay. Not Lenore.” Curiosity gets the best of her. “Why?”
Spike sighs. “Poe.”
“Poe?”
“Poe. As in, Edgar Allen. He was popular ‘round the time we kids were born. Mum loved his work. Read everything she could. There was one – he used the name Lenore more than once. Poe’s Lenores always died young, and a bit of superstition grew up around the name. Folks said it was cursed.”
He pauses. Buffy waits.
“When my little sis was born, my da wanted to call her Lenore. Mum – she was against it. But my da insisted she ignore all that ‘superstitious rot’. He wasn’t a bad man, but he was the master of the house. He wanted Lenore, so my sister was named Lenore.”
Buffy squeezes his hand. She has an inkling of how his story will end, since he’s spoken of his sister's passing before, but she lets him tell it at his own pace.
“My da died before Lenore did. She was young, and fair, and kind, and dead long before her time. When we laid her out, she was the very picture of a gothic heroine. My mum went out of her mind. I used to wonder how my da would’ve taken it, if he’d known. Not well, I think.”
Spike drops his head to her shoulder. Together, they pet the little furball on his lap.
“So, no. Anything but Lenore, love. If it’s all right by you.”
“I love you,” she says. Moments like this, when he shares stories of his human life, are rare. Buffy cherishes each nugget of information he entrusts her with. They sit in silence, Spike absently caressing the furball while she thumbs through a different book. “So... what about Fifi?”
Setting: The Future
Rating: PG
Words: 350
No More Lenore
.
“What about Lenore?” Buffy says, thumbing through a book of baby names. “After your sister.” Sure, the little furball is not a human baby, but she’s their baby all the same. Their baby that they can leave behind in the care of a doting aunt when the apocalypse calls, without too much guilt.
“No! Not – never Lenore.”
She’d swear he blanched, if vampires could blanch. “O-kay. Not Lenore.” Curiosity gets the best of her. “Why?”
Spike sighs. “Poe.”
“Poe?”
“Poe. As in, Edgar Allen. He was popular ‘round the time we kids were born. Mum loved his work. Read everything she could. There was one – he used the name Lenore more than once. Poe’s Lenores always died young, and a bit of superstition grew up around the name. Folks said it was cursed.”
He pauses. Buffy waits.
“When my little sis was born, my da wanted to call her Lenore. Mum – she was against it. But my da insisted she ignore all that ‘superstitious rot’. He wasn’t a bad man, but he was the master of the house. He wanted Lenore, so my sister was named Lenore.”
Buffy squeezes his hand. She has an inkling of how his story will end, since he’s spoken of his sister's passing before, but she lets him tell it at his own pace.
“My da died before Lenore did. She was young, and fair, and kind, and dead long before her time. When we laid her out, she was the very picture of a gothic heroine. My mum went out of her mind. I used to wonder how my da would’ve taken it, if he’d known. Not well, I think.”
Spike drops his head to her shoulder. Together, they pet the little furball on his lap.
“So, no. Anything but Lenore, love. If it’s all right by you.”
“I love you,” she says. Moments like this, when he shares stories of his human life, are rare. Buffy cherishes each nugget of information he entrusts her with. They sit in silence, Spike absently caressing the furball while she thumbs through a different book. “So... what about Fifi?”
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Wonderful slice of life and one of the nicest glimpses of William's memories I've seen; love the intimacy between Buffy and Spike AND THEN that pitch-perfect cheerfully oblivious last line changes the emotional tone 180 degrees. Fantastic
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