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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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