Two drabbles
Dec. 31st, 2004 01:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darcydodoSleep time now, but two drabbles to help along ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kallysten's valiant effort of 2005 drabbles for 2005 (go! write drabbles! quick!). (The second one's modified ever-so-slightly from how it got posted.)
Organized Ritual
For Willow and Xander, each year began the same, calendar and school year alike. When the school year started, Willow would buy pens and pencils, lay them out neatly in her desk, resolve to use them all at least once a month. New Year's resolutions, likewise, were carefully organized in her mind, recited to parents when they asked, and stuck to routinely, at least until she forgot. Xander never bought any new school supplies nor made any resolutions. "There's no point," he'd answer Willow's disapproving stare. But he was always the one who ended up using her pencils and pens.
May Old Acquaintance (following "School Hard")
After long hours squeezed into a small space with a companion whom you don't love at the best of times and who won't shut up, there are only so many things you can do to stop from going absolutely insane. Kill the other person, or kiss them.
"Do you think they're gone yet?" That, hissed by Cordelia, a divine break from her fluent pleading with some undoubtedly by-now-tortured God, just as Willow was beginning to wonder how best to dispose of a body. At least, that was what she'd been actively contemplating. She's certain it's what she would have done.
kallysten's valiant effort of 2005 drabbles for 2005 (go! write drabbles! quick!). (The second one's modified ever-so-slightly from how it got posted.)Organized Ritual
For Willow and Xander, each year began the same, calendar and school year alike. When the school year started, Willow would buy pens and pencils, lay them out neatly in her desk, resolve to use them all at least once a month. New Year's resolutions, likewise, were carefully organized in her mind, recited to parents when they asked, and stuck to routinely, at least until she forgot. Xander never bought any new school supplies nor made any resolutions. "There's no point," he'd answer Willow's disapproving stare. But he was always the one who ended up using her pencils and pens.
May Old Acquaintance (following "School Hard")
After long hours squeezed into a small space with a companion whom you don't love at the best of times and who won't shut up, there are only so many things you can do to stop from going absolutely insane. Kill the other person, or kiss them.
"Do you think they're gone yet?" That, hissed by Cordelia, a divine break from her fluent pleading with some undoubtedly by-now-tortured God, just as Willow was beginning to wonder how best to dispose of a body. At least, that was what she'd been actively contemplating. She's certain it's what she would have done.
