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Title: Poetry in Motion
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: Set in S5, during ep. 5x12 “Checkpoint”
Summary: Spike stops to admire Buffy in a fight before joining it himself.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #366 - Smell
Crossposted:
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emotion100, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark
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Spike left his crypt on his way to the butcher’s, but it didn’t take long before his heightened sense of smell picked up a familiar scent of freesia and something uniquely Buffy, stopping him in his tracks.
Inhaling deeply, he followed her trail through Restfield until he spotted her among the tombstones, fighting off a vampire. Fascinated, Spike leaned against a crypt, concealed in the shadows, his eyes trained on Buffy. She moved with lethal grace while her hair, bathed in the midnight moon, shimmered like spun gold.
She was poetry in motion, warrior, and goddess all rolled into one.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: Set in S5, during ep. 5x12 “Checkpoint”
Summary: Spike stops to admire Buffy in a fight before joining it himself.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #366 - Smell
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Spike left his crypt on his way to the butcher’s, but it didn’t take long before his heightened sense of smell picked up a familiar scent of freesia and something uniquely Buffy, stopping him in his tracks.
Inhaling deeply, he followed her trail through Restfield until he spotted her among the tombstones, fighting off a vampire. Fascinated, Spike leaned against a crypt, concealed in the shadows, his eyes trained on Buffy. She moved with lethal grace while her hair, bathed in the midnight moon, shimmered like spun gold.
She was poetry in motion, warrior, and goddess all rolled into one.