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anythingdrabbleTitle: Lingering Dream
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author:veronyxk84
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Word count: 200 (Google Docs)
Spoilers/Setting: Set in S6, after ep. 6x17 “Normal Again.”
Summary: Buffy’s sleep is troubled and haunted by dreams.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #397 - Milk
Crossposted:drabble_zone, sweetandshort, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark
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Buffy woke up with a start, her heart pounding, her limbs tangled up in the sheets, her pajamas sticking to her sweaty skin as her dream shattered.
The sterile walls of the mental hospital she’d hallucinated during her poison-induced breakdown had reappeared in her dream, and once again they were so vivid that she still felt like suffocating even after waking up.
To make matters worse, her first instinct had been to run to Spike and seek solace in his arms… Why wouldn’t he just leave her alone? He was like a haunting echo in the void of her existence.
He felt as vivid as those eerie walls, even in his absence.
His touch, his voice, that special way he looked at her sometimes… as if she were the only thing that mattered.
And just like that, she was tangled up again in a web of her own making, torn between the pull of duty and the alluring temptation of desire.
Shaken, she stumbled into the kitchen, the memory of her mother making her warm milk after nightmares surfacing unbidden; somehow, it made the darkness seem less suffocating.
The memory brought her a little comfort, but her tangled emotions lingered.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author:
veronyxk84Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Word count: 200 (Google Docs)
Spoilers/Setting: Set in S6, after ep. 6x17 “Normal Again.”
Summary: Buffy’s sleep is troubled and haunted by dreams.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #397 - Milk
Crossposted:
drabble_zone, sweetandshort, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark—
Buffy woke up with a start, her heart pounding, her limbs tangled up in the sheets, her pajamas sticking to her sweaty skin as her dream shattered.
The sterile walls of the mental hospital she’d hallucinated during her poison-induced breakdown had reappeared in her dream, and once again they were so vivid that she still felt like suffocating even after waking up.
To make matters worse, her first instinct had been to run to Spike and seek solace in his arms… Why wouldn’t he just leave her alone? He was like a haunting echo in the void of her existence.
He felt as vivid as those eerie walls, even in his absence.
His touch, his voice, that special way he looked at her sometimes… as if she were the only thing that mattered.
And just like that, she was tangled up again in a web of her own making, torn between the pull of duty and the alluring temptation of desire.
Shaken, she stumbled into the kitchen, the memory of her mother making her warm milk after nightmares surfacing unbidden; somehow, it made the darkness seem less suffocating.
The memory brought her a little comfort, but her tangled emotions lingered.
