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I like your poem. A lot. It's head-spinning with all its loops and puns and doubling back on itself. It took me several reads to figure it out. Monsters and victims: Spike draws a picture of the victim, and Dana draws a picture of the monster, but he is she and she is he. No matter who touches them and how, it all comes down to that one defining encounter, inescapable, that hooks itself into every experience thereafter. Feeling grim, much? Oh, Spike.

There's nothing weird about wanting Faith to have a passel of brats and for all of them to call their mommy's best friend, "Aunt Buffy". And for mommy and Aunt Buffy every once in a while to kiss in the laundry room, Faith sitting on the dryer with her legs around Buffy, asking, "The sheets clean, yet?" Buffy pulling away and finding the fabric softener and saying, "Yeah. You cleaned up real good." See. Not weird.

Want. That. Now!!!!

And now I taunt you with something vaguely-similar yet totally different!!

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“Did you know,” Buffy says, “that before we came here, I’d never left California?”

“Yeah?” Faith agrees, blowing smoke up and out. She’s thinking about Boston, about snow and frozen pipes, about hanging out with weird kids in Harvard square, getting stoned behind dumpsters and coming home late to an empty house. She remembers hitchhiking and nasty truckers who needed a swift kick to the balls. She gave it to them.

“We should go.”

“Where?”

“Back to America.”

Buffy looks her up and down, neutral, and tucks a lock of blonde behind her ear. “Okay.”

*

“I want to fuck you with a cock,” Faith pants.

“Uh, Faith?”

“We can do whatever we want, s’long as both of us agree. Come on, sit up.” Faith watches Buffy watch her, little pink mouth half-open, as Faith slicks her fingers in her mouth, slurping saliva then squeezing all four together until her knuckles turn white. She pushes in deep, rocking Buffy up and down with her knee.

“You like that, dontcha? Give it to me, B. Do it.”

Okay, new comment now for the poem.

You are winning with that.

She's like a sponge for other people, and the line breaks kick my ass.

-Is it so wrong of me to want a story with Connor and Angel, where the young, hip barista thinks it so sweet that someone as young, hot and rich as the football-shouldered pale guy in leather still takes his 70-year-old blue-eyed grandfather (he looks like Peter O'Toole. Is that wrong?) out for coffee every Tuesday?

Oh, that is awesome. Not even a tiny bit of wrongness there, no siree, solely awesomeness. And the 70-year-old does look like Peter O'Toole.

Hahaha, AWESOME. I love the places your brain goes. And I want you to write that first one.

*loffs*

I continue to <33 your brain like a - thing. With <333s.

Is it so wrong of me to want a story with Connor and Angel, where the young, hip barista thinks it so sweet that someone as young, hot and rich as the football-shouldered pale guy in leather still takes his 70-year-old blue-eyed grandfather (he looks like Peter O'Toole. Is that wrong?) out for coffee every Tuesday?

No, it's not wrong at all. Or is it so wrong it's right? Either way, it must be done.

Your poem is AMAZING. So incredible, wow, I'm in awe, I can't even leave coherent thoughts.

-Is it so wrong of me to want a story with Connor and Angel, where the young, hip barista thinks it so sweet that someone as young, hot and rich as the football-shouldered pale guy in leather still takes his 70-year-old blue-eyed grandfather (he looks like Peter O'Toole. Is that wrong?) out for coffee every Tuesday?

I read a story a while back that had Connor as an old man and Angel still young and delicious. I wish I could remember where, and what it is called. I do remember that I thought it was great. Sadly, my ole' memory has so many Angel fics stored in there, everything has become a jumble.

Still, I would LOVE to see you write that. Peter O'Toole and all. BTW, I thought him rather hot in Lawrence of Arabia.

Um...it was Peter O'Toole in that, wasn't it? :~))

I love your poem! I need to think about it some more.

Is it so wrong of me to want a story with Connor and Angel, where the young, hip barista thinks it so sweet that someone as young, hot and rich as the football-shouldered pale guy in leather still takes his 70-year-old blue-eyed grandfather (he looks like Peter O'Toole. Is that wrong?) out for coffee every Tuesday?

Not wrong. Please to be writing it now, yes?

-There's nothing weird about wanting Faith to have a passel of brats and for all of them to call their mommy's best friend, "Aunt Buffy". And for mommy and Aunt Buffy every once in a while to kiss in the laundry room, Faith sitting on the dryer with her legs around Buffy, asking, "The sheets clean, yet?" Buffy pulling away and finding the fabric softener and saying, "Yeah. You cleaned up real good." See. Not weird.

What are you doing in my head? There weren't any brats in it but I did once write a B/F and laundry ficlet: http://m-phoenix.livejournal.com/13714.html

And if Buffyverse really were to go all Round Table, wouldn't Buffy actually be the one who's King Arthur?

I can see that, especially after her Excaliber-ing the Scythe out of the stone.

Is it so wrong that this probably makes Spike Guinevere?

::almost chokes laughing::

Faith would be Morgan Le Fay,

OMG, yes, I want to read that.

and Willow is obviously Merlin.

Obviously.

I think that you need to write #2 for me. :)

That Angel/Connor idea makes me all sad and choked up. That's always made me sad for him, the knowledge that everyone he loves ages and dies.

The B/F is such a hot idea. Reminds me of a Nightwing/Oracle fic I read ages ago.

And that poem is amazing. I keep reading different things into it.

Oh, lord. See, this is what happens when I'm out for like four days. Poetry and Round Table thoughts. You're killing me, here. LOVE the poem, btw. Love the trippy, loopy, tangled-ness of it. How it feeds on itself. Love it.

Your Dana poem = poetry in motion. And you're one of the few people who comes up with boyslashy ideas that tickle my fancy. And of course, there can never be too much B/F, with or without kidlets.

Hi; I'm adding you! Hope that's okay. No need to add me. :)

mmmmpfhsfdh.... Peter O'Toole...

So who's Lancelot?

And... that's a great poem. Others have expressed why better than I could. But I like it.

I wonder when I'm going to do something with my now-old realization that girl!Spike is Charlotte Rampling?

And if Buffyverse really were to go all Round Table, wouldn't Buffy actually be the one who's King Arthur? Is it so wrong that this probably makes Spike Guinevere? Faith would be Morgan Le Fay, and Willow is obviously Merlin.

Oooh. This is interesting I'd really would want to read this... so does that mean Lancelot is Angel? Oooh.

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