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Veronica Mars has me, at 11 episodes and escalating.
Also, Wonderfalls is funny and snarky and clever. What kind of psycho world do we live in where this was cancelled?
But I'm still reading mostly Spike and Xander.
Store on the Corner
a spike mumble post the jossverse
Spike spends time by the grocery store on the corner.
The days pass slowly in the heat, the sunshine pouring like golden molasses over the sidewalks and the awnings, the flower stands, the groups of teenagers with video games and backpacks. A comfortable stool rests outside the open deli window, and Spike can sit and listen to the bustle and chatter on the street all day long with no worries or complaints.
He is tanning, a bit. Or, the strawberry blush of his skin is a change from ivory, at least. Maybe he’ll be beige by the time the short sunny spell ends and the clouds return to their stations. Burned to ash twice now, twice resurrected undead and once living, and still he has never had a tan before.
Sometimes Xander comes to visit him, and they go to a coffee house where Spike can read his crappy poetry and listen to a couple of guys Xander knows play soft guitar music and emote. Andrew comes with them now and again, occasionally Willow when she’s in the States, and once Dawn came to hear him read. But mostly just Xander.
And Spike can’t really understand why Xander is here at all, or if there is any relationship forming between them that will last more than the two or three months the Council has pledged to support him while he “recovers”. As if he can recover from anything that has happened to him. Mostly he just goes on.
But meanwhile there is golden sunlight on his face, and a girl with blue-streaked hair is drawing smiley faces on his new tennis shoes. He laughs when she gives one of them fangs. She hums some kind of weird emo-ska song and puts away her pen, tells him she’ll see him tomorrow and then his arms are full for a moment of warm child. It makes something inside him that has been tense for a century relax when all he feels is comfortable.
~
Also, Wonderfalls is funny and snarky and clever. What kind of psycho world do we live in where this was cancelled?
But I'm still reading mostly Spike and Xander.
Store on the Corner
a spike mumble post the jossverse
Spike spends time by the grocery store on the corner.
The days pass slowly in the heat, the sunshine pouring like golden molasses over the sidewalks and the awnings, the flower stands, the groups of teenagers with video games and backpacks. A comfortable stool rests outside the open deli window, and Spike can sit and listen to the bustle and chatter on the street all day long with no worries or complaints.
He is tanning, a bit. Or, the strawberry blush of his skin is a change from ivory, at least. Maybe he’ll be beige by the time the short sunny spell ends and the clouds return to their stations. Burned to ash twice now, twice resurrected undead and once living, and still he has never had a tan before.
Sometimes Xander comes to visit him, and they go to a coffee house where Spike can read his crappy poetry and listen to a couple of guys Xander knows play soft guitar music and emote. Andrew comes with them now and again, occasionally Willow when she’s in the States, and once Dawn came to hear him read. But mostly just Xander.
And Spike can’t really understand why Xander is here at all, or if there is any relationship forming between them that will last more than the two or three months the Council has pledged to support him while he “recovers”. As if he can recover from anything that has happened to him. Mostly he just goes on.
But meanwhile there is golden sunlight on his face, and a girl with blue-streaked hair is drawing smiley faces on his new tennis shoes. He laughs when she gives one of them fangs. She hums some kind of weird emo-ska song and puts away her pen, tells him she’ll see him tomorrow and then his arms are full for a moment of warm child. It makes something inside him that has been tense for a century relax when all he feels is comfortable.
~
