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Time to practice my mad skillz. Kudos to Vera for the tech power.
BtVS snippet.
Snippety Harris, or Xander’s Bad Day.
By stungunbilly
Xander Harris was having a bad day. Such an event wasn’t unusual, and after all, bad days were certainly to be preferred to tortured or kidnapped days. Or the sort of days where you left your post-demonic girlfriend at the altar. Or a day which ended with you having to stop your best friend from destroying the world.
Or the kind of days where you woke up with the semen of the undead crusted around your mouth. Not that you were willing to remember much about days like that, anyway.
No, it wasn’t the worst sort of a day. But it was definitely better described as “of the bad”, than “of the fruit-filled and marvelous”.
Today was the day on which Spike had decided that the whirling compass of his sanity had a new north; Xander.
Or, more specifically, Xander’s soul. As he so eloquently put it, “You’ve had one of these blasted things a sight longer in recent centuries than I have, so sod your whining and get instructing. How do you shut it up?”
~
Oooo, spiffy.
::cackling::
No one can stop me now...
Night guys.
BtVS snippet.
Snippety Harris, or Xander’s Bad Day.
By stungunbilly
Xander Harris was having a bad day. Such an event wasn’t unusual, and after all, bad days were certainly to be preferred to tortured or kidnapped days. Or the sort of days where you left your post-demonic girlfriend at the altar. Or a day which ended with you having to stop your best friend from destroying the world.
Or the kind of days where you woke up with the semen of the undead crusted around your mouth. Not that you were willing to remember much about days like that, anyway.
No, it wasn’t the worst sort of a day. But it was definitely better described as “of the bad”, than “of the fruit-filled and marvelous”.
Today was the day on which Spike had decided that the whirling compass of his sanity had a new north; Xander.
Or, more specifically, Xander’s soul. As he so eloquently put it, “You’ve had one of these blasted things a sight longer in recent centuries than I have, so sod your whining and get instructing. How do you shut it up?”
~
Oooo, spiffy.
::cackling::
No one can stop me now...
Night guys.
