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anythingdrabbleTitle: Effulgent
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mention of past torture (not described)
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Notes: Missing scene; Set in S7, after ep. 7x11 “Showtime” | Sequel to “Wounds” but can be read as a standalone.
Summary: Spike regains consciousness while Buffy’s tending to his wounds.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #323 - Halo
Crossposted: My journal, Sunnydale After Dark
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As Spike regained consciousness, his nostrils filled with Buffy’s scent and he knew that he wasn’t waking up to torture and mind games.
That thing used to appear like her, but it had no smell and no warmth. Why had he not noticed before? Was he that desperate for Buffy to be truly there, that he’d fallen willingly for such blatant deception?
Warm, gentle hands were tending to the wounds on his abdomen. Opening his good eye, he saw a blurry image of Buffy; the basement light looked like a halo around her head.
An effulgent angel fallen from heaven.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mention of past torture (not described)
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Notes: Missing scene; Set in S7, after ep. 7x11 “Showtime” | Sequel to “Wounds” but can be read as a standalone.
Summary: Spike regains consciousness while Buffy’s tending to his wounds.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #323 - Halo
Crossposted: My journal, Sunnydale After Dark
—
As Spike regained consciousness, his nostrils filled with Buffy’s scent and he knew that he wasn’t waking up to torture and mind games.
That thing used to appear like her, but it had no smell and no warmth. Why had he not noticed before? Was he that desperate for Buffy to be truly there, that he’d fallen willingly for such blatant deception?
Warm, gentle hands were tending to the wounds on his abdomen. Opening his good eye, he saw a blurry image of Buffy; the basement light looked like a halo around her head.
An effulgent angel fallen from heaven.
