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Is anyone saving open_on_sunday from lj?

Managed to find my favourite Doyle_sb4 fics, but that's another journal likely to disappear as she hasn't posted for seven years.

Lib Dems are nowhere near strong enough to challenge anyone. Labour are toast, but watch all those Tories masking as their MPs lickspittle their way behind Corbyn. The SNP are going to lose ground to the Tories in May and in June.

Fucking shits are going to get a bloody landslide.

So depressed.
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   It's hard to find the words to describe the sense of grief that is creeping over me; from reading some of the comments in my earliest posts by people who've gone in real life (R.I.P. [livejournal.com profile] woman_of_ ) to comments obviously deleted their lj's in the past couple of days; comments lost now so that I only have my half of the conversation left. I feel real loss most when the comments are about fics or in response to a birthday wish, or some personal post. 

   I can't believe that I can feel that much pain about something that often seems so ephemeral, but I feel like I'm torturing myself; wondering whether it's worth saving anything. I mean all that wondrous material lost when the willtara yahoo group disappeared; all those wonderful early fan sites gone. 

  It feels so pointless, yet I cannot stop because Right Now? It feels like all that's keeping me going. 

  I cannot even find the desire to write. I want to. I still need to. I am writing. But I always stop at some point, and it seems like I know I'm not going to finish it. 

  So why I posted this... 


   GRIEF
   BY ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING 
  I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; 
  That only men incredulous of despair, 
  Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air 
  Beat upward to God’s throne in loud access 
  Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness, 
  In souls as countries, lieth silent-bare 
  Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare 
  Of the absolute heavens. Deep-hearted man, express 
  Grief for thy dead in silence like to death— 
  Most like a monumental statue set 
  In everlasting watch and moveless woe 
  Till itself crumble to the dust beneath. 
  Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet: 
  If it could weep, it could arise and go. 
  

  

  Goddess preserve, 

  

  Kerk Hiraeth 


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  TITLE: Bushwacked

  AUTHOR: kerk hiraeth

  FANDOM: Torchwood / Buffy the Vampire Slayer (22'verse) crossover

  CHARACTERS: Spike; Captain Jack Harkness, m/m slash if you squint, 

  LENGTH: 250,

  PROMPT: Fandom: Torchwood/Buffy; Characters: Jack Harkness/Spike; Premise: A case of mistaken identity occurs when Jack meets Spike and mistakes him for John Hart. Angst, perhaps? Prompt is a result of this post http://kerkevik-2014.livejournal.com/148179.html This is also in that series which, if you're following the titles, should really have given you the answer as to where I'm getting the inspiration for them from. 

  A/N: Ok, so this is the first of the ~ would you call them sponsored? ~ fics, for which someone is donating to a_phoenixdragon's GoFundMe here . Hopefully I've come up with something good enough to earn the money; if not well I will be contributing it myself. This was requested luckweaver as a gift for elisi . Had to sit down and finally watch some Torchwood; specifically the eps with Captain John Hart in them, though not because he's in here because prompt... ending is deliberately open so if you want to imagine stuff; go imagine. 

 

     Spike looked over Tiger Bay; wished he'd come here when it was worth something, and wondered where in Hell's name Blue was.

   Someone was yelling, “John!

   He'd known a pain that visceral himself; day he thought of going back and could only see her face on that bathroom floor, long since swallowed by the Pacific, that made that pain an every moment experience.

   Could be something as simple as Blue's inner Fred of course, but whatever had brought him here, should have brought her too.

   A fist drug him painfully back to reality; nearly knocked him into the water too, if not for the fist turning into a hand that grabbed his ankle; saving him from a severe wetting.

   They stared at each other for a few moments; one looking confused, as he passed from fury to mere puzzlement, the other just confused from a brain wobble that he'd have been proud to have received from Ali himself.

 

   “You going to pull me up then, beautiful?

 

   Finally face to face with his bushwacker, Spike was told, “You even sound like him.

 

   “Remind you of someone, do I?

 

   He waved a hand, mumbled something about hair; sounding as if he was crying without shedding. Man was on the edge.

 

   “Vamp could do with a good cuppa, “ he suggested to the retreating back of an old-fashioned RAF greatcoat, though he regretted adding that he liked it, when the guy seemed to physically sob.

 

   “Darjeeling. I'll show you to the rift in the morning.

 

 

    Goddess watch over us all in these dark times,

    

    Kerk Hiraeth

 

 

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   Kinda reluctant to do this, but I have decided, because of my love and respect for [livejournal.com profile] elisi  from whom this is shared, to offer fics; likely drabbles, but they may turn out longer, for whatever the recipient thinks they are worth. If I don't come up with a story at all within a specified time then I will undertake to donate five pounds a time. I would suggest looking through my catalogue for thoughts on what I write but I don't really have a proper catalogue to browse, so I suggest approaching the aforementioned elisi, or [livejournal.com profile] red_satin_doll as to an idea of the kinds of things I write. 
   I am quite prepared to write for a fandom that I am unfamiliar with; having done so before for elisi (Doctor Who; ie Clara, and for [livejournal.com profile] femslash100 prompts; also Torchwood). If you have particular thoughts for stories that a_phoenixdragin might like, then please offer the ideas. 

   Kinda scared now, but writing fanfics is just about the only thing I'm good at, so there it is. 

   kerk hiraeth

A good deed for the day

[personal profile] a_phoenixdragon still needs help!

Her GoFundMe is here, so if anyone can spare a penny or two (or more) that would be great. 

I can't imagine picking up my family and moving cross country, with no safety net, on the hope and belief that surely tomorrow will be better than today. I hope and pray that everything will work out for them. So please help if you can. I'm sure every little contribution will make a difference.

♥
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  Wrote more than a dozen stories last night/this morning; this is the first to be transcribed and posted. They will not be posted in chronological order; nor in the order they came out of my brain. They are all set in the same femalehusband!verse that sees Tara and Faith as a couple. Should be posting a master list sticky post for that 'verse, but I think I'll do the 22'verse one first as posting these fics will take a couple of days. 

  They are all a belated birthday pressie for elisi, which I hope she will enjoy.  

  TITLE: Love in the Shadows

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014 

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Hank Summers; Spike; 

  LENGTH: 100,

 SUMMARY: Dawn's wedding; a father uninvited, and a vampire risking... things...

 A/N: This is set a little earlier in the day of the wedding of Dawn and Lisa; also, of course, Faith and Tara; also Andrew, and someone who has yet to be revealed.

 

      He felt so cowardly.

   “I wanted to thank you for... you know,

   Spike shrugged; lighting a cigarette, trying to seem indifferent.

   “Just stay at the back.

   Hank watched his daughters talking at the front of the Marquee; wondering distractedly what they meant to this man, so willing to risk their anger so he could be here for Dawn's wedding.

   “Ain't you I'm worried about mate; just protecting my bollocks from the Slayer.

   “I don't want to...

   “Don't want her having them off for bringing you do I?

   Hank nodded, and settled into a chair before such circumstances could be set in motion.

 

 

     Goddess watch over us all,

     

     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

 

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  Got this from [livejournal.com profile] angelus2hot back on the 13th August. Life has been so topsy-turvy and stressed out that I never did get around to responding properly, but thanks so much to whoever nominated me. 

  Not sure I'll ever know how to handle people being nice to me; not a huge part of my life experience growing up. 

  But thank you whoever you are. 

~~~

   Congratulations! 


You have been nominated at No Rest For The Wicked Awards in the following categories: 


Title: Comforting Contemplations 
Fandom/Pairing: BtVS 
Word Count: 500 
URL: http://kerkevik-2014.livejournal.com/124814.html 
Categories: Heart Of Gold 


Your nomination will be added to the Nominee list on the next update(Monday) 

http://wicked-awards.livejournal.com/47258.html 

If you'd like to decline this nomination or any/all future nominations please let me know. 


rules/categories/buttons can be found here: http://community.livejournal.com/wicked_awards/profile 


Once again congratulations, 
angelus2hot 

make an author/artist's day nominate today! 


 ~~~ 

 Now I need to go find out where things stand vis-a-vis the awards and who I should have been 'feuding' with for the past month :-) 

 Time to stop and pause and build this new life with my new name. 



  Goddess watch over us all, 

  

  Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth 

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  It's been a topsy-turvy day with this post. That's [livejournal.com profile] woman_of_ with me in the icon there; shall have to change my lj one to match. [livejournal.com profile] kazzy_cee let me know that she passed away some while back. I think maybe the Goddess decided I was finally in a place where I could hear the news. 


  Following is pretty much the post I've been trying to make all today.


 From facebook earlier... 

  Today is going to be tough. I was supposed to be travelling by now. Tomorrow; even though I would have been in           Newry for Pride will be easier. I will go to the Peace Garden (my capitalisation) to think of who I would have been there for, but also about my niece, Sarah Jane, who is getting married.

There will be others to; though I never knew him; principal amongst them will be David Lavery, who I really only knew as a name amongst those who were part of the SlayerLit group; one of the first I joined when I became a serious part of Buffy fandom. His passing reminds me of other fans I have known over the years, who have died; mostly without my being aware until long after, so I shall think of them as well.

Mostly it will be tough today in a selfish way, as I need to get my self-pity out of the way, so I can be there for all of them tomorrow.

Goddess willing I will.

Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

Wasn't going to have a vid when I shared that here, but then I saw this and thought of  [livejournal.com profile] woman_of_  who has been absent from our lives for far too long. Not having had any news of her for so long I can't help but think the worst, but if you are out there and still checking in once in a while I hope you see this and know you are badly missed. 

  I saw this and felt tears that I haven't tried harder to find out what's happening with you. I will think of you tomorrow as well. 


  




 Goddess be with us all, 

 

 Kerk TehKek 
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   My first fic in ages is a belated birthday present for clarahow  who shares the same birthday as me. Really pleased that I have managed to write anything at all, this is inspired by ncis_drabble  prompt #437: wrong, and features Caitlin Todd and Abby Sciutto; my two personal favourite characters from the only season I have so far seen. 

   Hope you like. 


   TITLE: Undercover Liaisons 
   AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014 
   CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Caitlin Todd, Abby Sciuto, Cait/Abby; 
   
GENRE: femslash, 
   
RATING: R, 
   
SUMMARY: Kate's undercover, but the only seats are at the same table as her lab tech; lo-jinks ensue...



   This was wrong. 

   Sitting opposite Abby; Kate fought to remain professional as the lab tech played footsie with her groin under the table. 
 
   Abby carried on chatting to her date as if in complete innocence. 

   Kate tried to hiss that she was undercover, but could barely breathe properly. 

   Trying to remember all the hard work it had taken to get the target here she somehow kept her cool. 

   Busiest night here in decades, she screamed in her head, and suddenly she was more relaxed than she could remember.  

   Abby's toes were gone; she was standing and winking at Kate's frown. 

   

   Goddess watch over us all,

   

   Kerk TehKek
   
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  For [personal profile] beer_good_foamy & [personal profile] elisi in particular; for anyone else geeky enough as well :-)

  http://bbc.in/1TNugcI


  Goddess be with us, 

  

  Kerk 
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  Saw Dragonyphoenix's post of The Wasteland ) for National Poetry Month in the USofA and decided, as Canada is (sort of) related to my homeland I'd try and post poems too; since 'tis National Poetry Month in North America's better half as well. 

  This is my first choice. 

  Witch - Jean Tepperman


They told me
I smile prettier with my mouth closed.
They said--
better cut your hair--
long, it's all frizzy,
looks Jewish.
They hushed me in restaurants
looking around them
while the mirrors above the table
jeered infinite reflections
of a raw, square face.
They questioned me
when I sang in the street.
They stood taller at tea
smoothly explaining
my eyes on the saucers,
trying to hide the hand grenade
in my pants pocket,
or crouched behind the piano.
They mocked me with magazines
full of breasts and lace,
published in their triumph
when the doctor's oldest son
married a nice sweet girl.
They told me tweed-suit stories
of various careers of ladies.
I woke up at night
afraid of dying.
They built screens and room dividers
to hide unsightly desire
sixteen years old
raw and hopeless
they buttoned me into dresses
covered with pink flowers.
They waited for me to finish
then continued the conversation.
I have been invisible,
weird and supernatural.
I want my black dress.
I want my hair
curling wild around me.
I want my broomstick
from the closet where I hid it.
Tonight I meet my sisters
in the graveyard.
Around midnight
if you stop at a red light
in the wet city traffic,
watch for us against the moon.
We are screaming,
we are flying,
laughing, and won't stop.
__________________
 

May the Goddess watch over us all,



Kerk TehKek 
  
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  TITLE: A Dutiful Kiss

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

  FANDOM(S): Star Trek: Deep Space Nine / Star Wars

  CHARACTERS: Kira Nerys; Leia Organa,

  PAIRING: Nerys/Leia,

  WORD COUNT: 250,

  RATING: R,

  A/N: Saw this post http://sophiagratia.tumblr.com/post/136579157682/femslashsuggestion-leia-organa-star-wars-x and, since sophia_gratia ,is a much missed ex-mod from the ds9 rewatches I started thinking plot bunny thoughts on how to fulfill her wishes.             This is what I came up with.
          I was inspired by several prompts at
femslashficlets but, in the end, could not decide which might fit best; despite the title.

 

 

 

     Leia had been giving Nerys' tired body a massage; Nerys, who still found it strange to be having a relationship; of sorts, with a holosuite character, had accepted the gift of some of Jadzia's old programs when the last of the old crew had left the station.

     She was lonely, but missed the old days when Jadzia used to annoy, embarrass and tease her into all sorts of adventures.

     She was drifting into a dream-like state of sensuality; had no idea what she was talking about, when suddenly she realised that Leia was kissing her.

     She stiffened, but didn't try to stop Leia; though Leia stopped when she asked, in a very strange tone of voice, which Nerys herself didn't recognise, what she was doing.

     “You appeared to need it,” Leia responded.

     Nerys turned over to see the relatively youthful Princess gone.

     In her place was a completely nude, but much aged, woman with a scarred and lined body; showing signs of childbirth; graying hair and a great deal of confident defiance.

     She must have look confused; querying?, because Leia leant and slid forward over Nerys' slick form, fingers getting (un?)comfortably close to Nerys' groin. Leia stopped Nerys from speaking with another kiss then, speaking softly told her, “I'm a 'fictional' character in a holosuite program, but even if you do accept the promotion, I'll always outrank you so I could make it an order...

     Nerys considered this for... three seconds.

     And dutifully kissed her superior officer. 



 

 

 

   Goddess watch over us all,

   

   Kerk TehKek  



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Now we reach the tenth and final drabble in the, intended, birthday series of yore for elisi . After a wee bit of a *cough* delay anyway.

 

All ten are, or have been, connected to the events described in Chao-Ahn's message in http://kerkevik-2014.livejournal.com/104604.html which means that the origin story of this 'verse begins with its progenitors demise. There are many different roads to travel, and Spike will appear now and then; mysteries to be solved; snark to be dispensed, and strange messages from the beyond – and possibly sandwiches...

 

 

TITLE: “The Carnival is Over.”

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

CHARACTERS: Illyria; Spike,

WORD COUNT: 100,

A/N: “A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.

All tenderly his messenger he chose;

Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet -

One perfect rose.

 

I knew the language of the floweret;

'My fragile leaves', it said. 'his heart enclose'.

Love long has taken for his amulet

One perfect rose.

 

Why is it no one ever sent me yet

One perfect limousine, do you suppose?

Ah no, it's always just my luck to get

One perfect rose.

 

(One Perfect Rose by Dorothy Parker)

 

 

Part Ten: “The Carnival is Over.”

 

 

When she caught up with The Pet the battle was all but over.

He was as a berserker; ploughing through their serried ranks, even as they cut him down.

Again, and again.

 

He was singing.

 

Not the familiar folklore She associated with his maternal parent; one of more modern issue which, as she recalled him in his agony, brought a chill to her bones.

 

As furiously as she fought her way to him, she still could but watch him brought to his knees at the last.

She slaughter'd; hearing him faintly carolling as, last of the Old Ones, Illyria mourned.

 

 

* This is the song our hero is singing https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAPMrg5Ct-I This song has played through my head repeatedly every time I've written in this 'verse – at least where Spike has been involved; mosr especially every time I see his last fight.

     

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 

 

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This is the ninth and penultimate drabble in the ten part series that I set out to write for elisi 's birthday back in 2012. This is one song I know wasn't in the original list, since I only knew what it was I wanted to write when I realised that Riley & Sam Finn were a pair in the stories they featured in; this then connected back to Illyria, and we get the La Ronde theme revealed.

Having been beating myself up for never finishing this series I think maybe I needed to get to a point where I could see them, or maybe hear them.

 

 

TITLE: “Lola.”

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

CHARACTERS: Illyria; Riley Finn; Sam Finn,

PAIRINGS: Riley/Sam;

WORD COUNT: 100,

A/N: “Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark!

The storm is up and all is on the hazard!”

 

(from Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare)

 

 

Part Nine: “Lola.”

 

 

The Finns consumed; discussing missions with The Pet.

Like most Humans they often saw only what they expected to see.

He was easily understood; a Hero of the olden times, oft-prepared to die before compromise.

The female was less easily read; outwardly pragmatic, this only seemed so because her end goals were so certain; nought could deflect her.

She accepted that if this Dark Slayer were seeking them, they would have to move; she took their word they would contact Angelus.

She needed him to arrive to help save The Pet.

But when she got back The Pet was gone.

 

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 

 

 

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This is the eighth of my ten-part 22'verse series of drabbles, originally intended for elisi 's birthday back in 2012. Obviously this got derailed a little, but recently I managed to get back on track and completed the series. Having written several more stories, with increasingly insistent, and important, characters I felt the need to go back and re-edit the 'origin' story of this 'verse. I plan to finish posting the ten fics tonight; early morning now, here in Scotland.

 

 

TITLE: “I Heard It Through the Grapevine.”

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

CHARACTERS: Faith; Riley Finn; Sam Finn,

PAIRING: Riley/Sam;

WORD COUNT: 100,

A/N: “Not to say what everyone else was saying

not to believe what everyone else believed

not to do what everybody did,

then to refute what everyone else was saying

then to disprove what everyone else believed

then to deprecate what everybody did,

 

was his way to come by understanding

 

how everyone else was saying the same as he was saying

believing what he believed

and did what doing.”

 

(Different by Clere Parsons)

 

 

Part Eight: “I Heard It Through the Grapevine.”

 

 

What makes you think we know anything?

Faith kept her thoughts to herself as Riley and Sam tried to stonewall her; pondering that Sam would soon outrank her husband. Having won a bet with Kennedy; got Red drunk to make sure she knew how to win the wager first, she'd followed Kenn to where the Finns were operating.

Jail having taught her patience she waited until Kenn left before she snuck inside to wait for them to return from whatever gig she'd sent them on.

 

She'd also read B's diary.

 

Faith knew how to keep her intelligence to herself too.

 

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 

 

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This is the seventh in a ten-part series of drabbles, originally intended for elisi's birthday three years ago. That plan got derailed halfway through, but I've recently been able to recover my original ideas and now plan on posting all ten tonight.

 

 

 

TITLE: “When a Man Loves a Woman.”

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

CHARACTERS: Faith; Xander,

PAIRING: Faith/Xander;

WORD COUNT: 100

A/N: “You only love

when you love in vain.

 

Try another radio probe

when ten have failed,

take two hundred rabbits

when a hundred have died:

only this is science.

 

You ask the secret.

It has just one name:

again.

 

In the end

a dog carries in his jaws

his image in the water,

people rivet the new moon,

I love you.

 

Like caryatids

our lifted arms

hold up time's granite load

 

and defeated

We shall always win.

 

(Ode to joy by Miroslav Holub)

 

 

Part Seven: “When a Man Loves a Woman.”

 

 

“Think a good fuck will help?

 

Faith was pissed.

 

I never asked that of you.

 

She fell quiet for a second; then swore under her breath.

He took her hand; kissing it. “I can't love you both?

She didn't pull her hand from his; but she did search his expression.

 

You love her more than me?” Which he'd never denied; his eventual response surprising her.

 

And for a lot longer,” adding, before she could answer that, “You love Buffy as much as I do.

 

Faith nodded ruefully, for this she could not deny either.

Matter settled, they made love.

 

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek 



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This is the sixth of a ten-part drabble series set in the 22'verse, and originally intended for elisi 's birthday three years ago. Lost my way when it was half completed, but recently I was able to find my way back and finish the journey. This is then the first of that second half, so long delayed.

 

 

 

TITLE: “Sitting on the Dock of the Bay.”

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

CHARACTERS: Xander; Buffy,

WORD COUNT:100,

A/N: “The power of the night, the press of the storm,

The post of the foe;

Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form,

Yet the strong man must go.”

 

(Prospice by Robert Browning)

 

 

Part Six: “Sitting on the Dock of the Bay”

 

 

Xander sat down beside Buffy; silently joining her in contemplating the fishermen landing their catches. He wanted to ask how she was doing, but changed his mind when she gently rested her head on his shoulder.

They both understood that she was handling Spike's death, but didn't want to talk about it just now. Not that they talked much these days; he was simply here for an old friend if she did want to talk.

They talked about his marriage to Faith some; other simple things, until the sun eventually went down, then he left her alone and went off to find his wife.

 

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 

 

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This is the fifth, and last, of the half completed ten part drabble series I was writing for elisi 's birthday three years ago. At this point I started to get far too complicated; possibly clever too, and drifted away from what had been my intended plan for the series. Recently I was able to recover that headspace I'd been in and finish the series; at least as close as I could get to my original idea.

This part will be behind a cut, as it gets pretty R-rated as Buffy forces Spike's 'That one time' secret from Satsu. 

 

 

TITLE: “Three Steps to Heaven.”

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

CHARACTERS: Satsu; Buffy,

PAIRING: Buffy/Satsu;

WORD COUNT: 100,

A/N: “I give her the rose with unfurled petals.

She smiles

and crosses her legs.

I give her the shell with the swollen lip.

She laughs. I bite

and nuzzle her breasts.

I tell her, 'Feed me on flowers

with wide open mouths,'

and slowly,

she pulls down my head.

 

(I Give Her the Rose by Suniti Namjoshi)

 

 

FLǕGGȦ∂NKđ€ÄŒHIŒβǾLʃÊN! )

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 

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This is the fourth of the ten drabble series that I started to write for 's birthday three years ago. Only half completed I recently managed to finish them; out of nowhere it seems to me. I hope to have all ten posted tonight.

 

 

TITLE: “Standing in the Shadows of Love.”

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

CHARACTERS: Nina; Satsu,

WORD COUNT: 100 ,

A/N: “Some days suck and bring bad luck

with troubles by the load.

There's a pothole or a speed bump

every step along the road.

But here's the way I save the day --

I simply think of you.

That burst of sunshine makes me smile

and helps me make it through.

 

 

Part Four: “Standing in the Shadows of Love.”

 

 

Tomorrows game's on,” Nina announced to cheers from her class.

Though Satsu's raised eyebrows brought a smile it was obvious how tired she was.

It had to be tough; married as she was to Buffy's first great love.

Satsu's own marriage was hard to avoid; though everyone tried to keep affections discreet.

 

Even Andrew's married,” Buffy had joked once in bed.

Does he know that?” she'd quipped.

 

Mischievous, Satsu leant in and whispered, “Not playing?

Nina slapped her wrist.

Angel may have had his one time, but I'm a happily married mother; so bugger off!

 

Satsu smirked, “My intention exactly.

 

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 

 

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This is the third of a ten-part drabble series; intended for 's birthday, and half completed three years ago. Recently I was able to get back into a good enough head space; canon-wise, to complete the series. I hope to have all ten posted tonight.

 

 

TITLE: “Waterloo Sunset.”

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

CHARACTERS: Angel; Nina,

PAIRING: Angel/Nina,

WORD COUNT: 100,

A/N: “Earth has not anything to show more fair:

Dull would he be of soul who could pass by

A sight so touching in its majesty:

This City now doth, like a garment, wear

The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,

Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie

Open unto the fields, and to the sky;

All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

Never did sun more beautifully steep

In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;

Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!

The river glideth at his own sweet will:

Dear God! The very houses seem asleep;

And all that mighty heart is lying still!

 

(Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802

by William Wordworth)

 

 

Part Three: “Waterloo Sunset.”

 

 

Two hundred years; he could still the horses and their warm, fresh dung.

Which, nonetheless, smelt better than what often floated underneath the bridge.

The sun was the issue, he watched it rise wherever he could.

He never missed its setting.

As it disappeared he pressed his cheek back against the precious warmth of Nina's hand brushing agin it.

 

You should try to get some sleep; our flight to Conakry is early.

 

I wish I'd ~

 

We had to take a break;” she kissed his cheek.

 

She led him from the bridge by the hand; away from the accusing sunset.

 

 

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 

 



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This is the second of a ten-part drabble series; written three years ago and intended for elisi 's birthday. Only half completed at the time, I hope to finally have all ten posted tonight.

 

 

TITLE: “We Gotta Get Out of This Place.”

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

CHARACTERS: Illyria; Angel,

WORD COUNT: 100

A/N: “Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright,

And all beneath the sky.

May coward shame distain his name,

The wretch that dare not die!”

 

(Robert Burns: MacPherson's Farewell)

 

 

Part Two: “We Gotta Get Out of This Place.”

 

 

Her grief was like a raw burn; he was well used to it.

She was staring into the rain sodden sky.

 

We gotta get out of this place.

 

Turning her gaze on him she seemed tired.

 

Your speech has become corrupted.

 

Too much time around kids?

 

Are the young ones safely away?

 

Aye.

 

Leave us.

 

He thought to argue her order, but was stayed by her stiff tone.

 

They must not discover his Humanity.

 

Angel gazed one last time at that intensely annoying face, before walking away; rain hiding his tears, as it did hers.

He could walk home from here.

 

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 



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