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garnigal ([personal profile] garnigal) wrote2010-07-12 02:57 pm
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BtVS Drabble Prompt: Play

They giggled in graveyards, heads together. Secrets and stories passed between them without words, through the semi-permeable membrane of friendship. These are the games they play.

They meandered by mausoleums, stealing glances through downcast lashes. Young love, manic in shy passion, conveyed by a touch, a look. These are the games they play.

They cavort by crematoriums, the only place where the dead don’t walk. Fire burns, but not as hot as the fear and despair that drives them. Teeth and nails leave scratches and bites, and then maybe she’ll be able to sleep. These are the games they play.
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[personal profile] jerusha 2010-07-12 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
This was really cool. I loved the repetition that made it almost poetic.

[identity profile] garnigal.livejournal.com 2010-07-12 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks. Sunny is doing a flash fiction thing this time around, and I couldn't get "the games they play" out of my head after I saw the prompt. So I used it multiple times. :)

[identity profile] ares132006.livejournal.com 2010-07-13 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
Oh yes. Young love cavorting against a background of mausoleums and gravestones. Sweetness and light against a dark setting.

I like that this could be any couple.

[identity profile] garnigal.livejournal.com 2010-07-13 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks Ares. I wondered about making it more obviously who I was thinking of, but I think I agree with you that the ambiguity is nice.