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kerkevik_2014After a short break for other fandoms to intrude; we are back with my ten drabble pre-series buffyverse fic. The action though slim here is getting more intense... for some. All was written within a few short hours last Sunday afternoon while I was without teh interwebz, which makes me think I should do that more often.
After all, today, I went to the River Ericht, and wrote two drabbles, for two different prompts, in two different fandoms; all the while distracted by conversations with passers-by and their wee doggies...
TITLE: Promises Made to a Lady VII. Lost in France (September 1944)
AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014
LENGTH: 100
VII. Lost in France
Its hair was black; uniform allied, but the scar made It unmistakable, even partly hidden by American sunglasses.
He would know It, wherever he saw It.
He screamed his frustration when he saw it escape him once again but, carefully skirting his old unit, he stole a German motorcycle and sped after It.
Not to Dunkerque though.
He was not fooled. The Slayer was ordered to Paris, so that is where It would go.
He was not so blinded by his vow to be unaware that the leech would find greater temptation in the blood of a Slayer.
Nearly over.
May the Goddess watch over us all,
'tis ok to be Takei,
Kerk TehKek
After all, today, I went to the River Ericht, and wrote two drabbles, for two different prompts, in two different fandoms; all the while distracted by conversations with passers-by and their wee doggies...
TITLE: Promises Made to a Lady VII. Lost in France (September 1944)
AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014
LENGTH: 100
VII. Lost in France
Its hair was black; uniform allied, but the scar made It unmistakable, even partly hidden by American sunglasses.
He would know It, wherever he saw It.
He screamed his frustration when he saw it escape him once again but, carefully skirting his old unit, he stole a German motorcycle and sped after It.
Not to Dunkerque though.
He was not fooled. The Slayer was ordered to Paris, so that is where It would go.
He was not so blinded by his vow to be unaware that the leech would find greater temptation in the blood of a Slayer.
Nearly over.
May the Goddess watch over us all,
'tis ok to be Takei,
Kerk TehKek
