seasonal spuffy

During season seven.

Thanks, Seasonal Spuffy, for letting me play again. :)

Another Perspective

I do not know these people. This man, he took me from my family. No one here speaks Serbian. I think it is a bad place. There are too many girls.

There is a vampire in the basement. He is not there for us to hurt. He lives there. I do not understand.

The one who is the Slayer I think, the blonde one, she looks at him. He looks at her. They do not look with hatred as should be. I think they are lovers. Or else they want to be.

This America is a very, very strange place.

Because my posting day is the eleventh day of the eleventh month.


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Buffy handed Spike his mug of blood from the microwave, then took a sip of her tea. “My dad wasn't in Vietnam. I hadn't really thought much about Veteran's Day since school.”

“Remembrance Day, we call it.” Spike leaned forward, his elbows on the table. “Didn't think much of it myself, before the soul. But I was there. Not proud of my actions. Didn't discriminate. One side tasted the same as the other.

But those boys. Lots of them Dawn's age. I remember them now.”

“To the troops,” Buffy said, clinking mugs.

“Lest we forget.”

My Seasonal Spuffy story set in season six. Thanks to ceallaigh_hk for the beta.

Head and heart. Guess which is which. :)

( The Other Woman )

Okay, I'll admit it. I'm not the greatest graphics person, and I have an old version of photoshop. Still, I tried.

( Rest )

Just so you know I haven't gone all angsty, a post-season eight ( drabble )

Part the last. Thanks to everyone who commented. I haven't written much lately, and it's encouraging when people say they like it. (Not that you shouldn't say anything if you have quibbles.)

( Today and Tomorrow )

Today's story is brought to you by the letter 'S'. 'S' stands for Seasonal Spuffy, silly, space and a soupcon of smut.

The theme for this round is "Around the World". I may have taken that too literally.

Thanks to cindermom for the look-over.

( Orbit )