are (partially) exaggerated. ;) Sorry to blank out on everyone, but this semester has been kicking my arse thus far, and it seems that once I get out of the habit of posting, I end up with stagefright, musing that anything I post will be of no interest to anyone whatsoever. Don't you hate that? Or, wait, is that just a me thing?
I've been trying to keep up with LJ reading, though; even if I'm not commenting (and I'm doing my best!), I am checking in on you. You know, in a decidedly non-creepy way. ;) Oh, and I have been sort of active in one of my fandoms here on LJ, since this is apparently the winter in which TPTB have decided to detonate my beloved OTP. Thanks, Bob Guza - I so appreciate the daily tears and pain in the heart. Good times.
Among other things, the busyness seems to have sapped even drabbling energy, which is just all kinds of sad. I'm currently enjoying a Uni holiday, courtesy of Honest Abe (it is the the Land of Lincoln, after all!), so maybe my brain will unclench enough this weekend to do something creative (including your belated birthday drabble, alwaysjbj - I hope you had a wonderful day!)
Oh, I've just had two thoughts that make this post legitimately fangirly! :)
1) Why is it that I find the BtVS reruns on MTV so compelling? I can pull out a disc and watch any episode I want, commercial-free, and yet last week I found myself mesmerized by "The Zeppo" to the point of interrupting my morning routine and sitting on the bed to watch Xander talk about how he likes the quiet. :)
2) It's taken me so lost to post this that I've just knocked out two "rock" drabbles, too late for open_on_sunday, but given the circumstances, better late than never for me!
Title: Helpful Much?
Setting: S4; let's say Spike and Buffy are checking out the Initiative caves together for some reason or another during the days of their fragile S4 alliance.
Buffy’s breath gusted out in a loud “oomph” as she made contact with the earth. She gingerly checked to see that her limbs were still in working order, grimaced when she realized she’d torn her pants. Dammit, she loved these jeans.
Spike’s teeth gleamed in the dark as he smirked at her.
“Watch out for that rock, Slayer.”
“Funny how that would have been a helpful observation before I tripped over it.”
“Was funny, now you mention it.” He extended his hand, helped her up.
“You’re the worst ally ever, you know?”
“Nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, Slayer.”
Title: Geology Lab
Setting: S3; infatuation blossoms among the samples
Willow lifted the silver cube from its box and weighed it in her hand. “Here, feel this one.”
Xander palmed the object. “Oo, unexpectedly heavy. Which rock is this?”
“It’s a mineral, silly.” Willow reclaimed the sample, her fingers brushing against Xander’s hand a trifle longer than necessary. “Galena. It’s my favorite.”
“Looking at it, you imagine you know exactly what it’ll feel like, and then when you touch it, it’s totally different than what you expected.”
Willow felt the toe of Xander’s shoe caress her ankle under the table.
“It’s pretty neat, huh?”
He grinned at her. “Very neat.”
Note: I'm a former Science Olympian (really, this comes as no surprise, right? I am nerd, heare me roar!), and my two specializations were Periodic Table and-you guessed it-Rocks and Fossils. Like Willow, I really, really love Galena. Get your hands on some, and you will, too!
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