Fire Drabbles
Jan. 9th, 2007 11:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
garnigalWriting these two nearly killed me. :) I was completely uninspired, but tenacious. They reflect that - they're a little forced. As always, cross-posted to open_on_sunday.
Buffy
It burned.
Smoke and heat filled the air. The sirens conflicted with the ringing in her ears from the explosion. She sat and watched the fire, watched the emergency personnel scurry around like they were saving the world.
It burned.
She’d been in pain since the moment in Giles’s library. It started in her heart, spread to her throat, making it hard to take a breath. It spread to her stomach, making it hard to stand up straight. All she could do was sit and watch the fire, hoping the heat would stop this pain, melt this cold.
It burned.
Oz
He loved everything about her.
Her mind.
She was smart and brave, scientific and magical. She was a mass of contradictions, but they all made sense.
Her humour.
She was funny and sweet, crazy and cheerful. Her smile always made him smile, her words always made him laugh.
Her beauty.
Oh, dear God, her beauty.
He was the guy who saw below the surface. He took everything in stride – vampires, demons, werewolves. He spent time with people who inspired him mentally, with people who got him.
But every time that fiery red hair came into view, he caught his breath.
Buffy
It burned.
Smoke and heat filled the air. The sirens conflicted with the ringing in her ears from the explosion. She sat and watched the fire, watched the emergency personnel scurry around like they were saving the world.
It burned.
She’d been in pain since the moment in Giles’s library. It started in her heart, spread to her throat, making it hard to take a breath. It spread to her stomach, making it hard to stand up straight. All she could do was sit and watch the fire, hoping the heat would stop this pain, melt this cold.
It burned.
Oz
He loved everything about her.
Her mind.
She was smart and brave, scientific and magical. She was a mass of contradictions, but they all made sense.
Her humour.
She was funny and sweet, crazy and cheerful. Her smile always made him smile, her words always made him laugh.
Her beauty.
Oh, dear God, her beauty.
He was the guy who saw below the surface. He took everything in stride – vampires, demons, werewolves. He spent time with people who inspired him mentally, with people who got him.
But every time that fiery red hair came into view, he caught his breath.
