agilebrit: (Drabble Queen)
agilebrit ([personal profile] agilebrit) wrote2004-06-13 08:52 pm
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Drabble for [livejournal.com profile] wordoftheday100 LJ Community

Title: Practice Makes Perfect
Fandom: Angel
Rating: G
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine, they're Whedon's. *sob*
Written for: [livejournal.com profile] wordoftheday100's "Comely" and "Braggadocio" challenge
Notes: Another in my Spike/Fred series.


They sat in the cafeteria, Spike with a mug of pig and otter blood, Fred with a humongous taco salad. Spike watched her dreamily as she nattered on about string theory and how it related to alternate dimensions, wondering how the hell she ate so much and still managed to stay such a rail-thin, comely bird. Practice, he supposed. Or an unbelievable metabolism.

For her part, Fred's mouth was on autopilot, while she wondered how Spike hid such a tender interior under a veneer of braggadocio and snark--how he camouflaged the poet under the pop-culture junkie. Practice, she supposed.

[identity profile] illmantrim.livejournal.com 2004-06-14 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
grins - very cool, very nice twist and very good words.

[identity profile] agilebrit.livejournal.com 2004-06-14 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks! :-)

[identity profile] honorh.livejournal.com 2004-06-14 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
Well, y'know, Spike does seem to go for skinny women. Harmony was an exception--there's a girl with a rack and a behind you can actually believe in--but both Buffy and Dru were very thin, and he actually loved them. Makes sense that Fred would be his type.

And Spike's definitely Fred's. He's got the British badass thing going as well as being a knight in leather armor (much as he'd despise that description, but the boy earned it) and the Sensitive Guy thing as well.

Huh. He might be *my* type.

[identity profile] agilebrit.livejournal.com 2004-06-14 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. *sigh* There's a reason for my default icon. In my perfect world they would have brought Lilah back for Wesley and left Fred for Spike, but, hey...not my show.

I can dream though. And write [counting on fingers]...ten drabbles about them.