March 10th, 2009

Drabble: World of Words: Angel Hair

Author: Cobalt Mystic
Title: World of Words: Angel Hair
Pairing: Spike (sorta, more William)/Xander- implied
Rating: G with that pesky PG warning for boy playing
Feedback: Mys has decided that she actually likes FB, so… constructive crit is fine, just be prepared for Mys to defend/explain her choices, and try not to do any permanent damage, k.
Disclaimer: Just playing with the pretty kittens. Unfortunately, they are not mine, but I will gladly groom and bathe them before sending them back home to Daddy (aka Joss/Mutant Enemy/et al).
Warnings/Squicks: abstract writing and wanton William-y-ness
Summary: Capturing an angel with words


AN1: A couple hours ago my Xandra told me she needed William… as if Mys could say no to her Xandra
AN2: “Angel Hair” has a couple different meanings (aside from the pasta) one being this rather odd but vaguely appropriate reference; the other referring to several varieties of spun Christmas decoration. The one Mys is most familiar with is a very fine, almost whispy ‘snow’ or ‘cloud’ type substance- it’s light, fluffy, rare, sticks to anything, and is damn near impossible to get rid of… see the connection?

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Candlelight flickered and flared over the cherry wood desk, casting shadows and tendrils of light across the sallow features of the young man’s softly chiselled face. The light seeming to chase his hand as it lightly scratched it’s way from one side of parchment to the other. He knew the candlelight was unnecessary- gas lighting had come to them years ago- just as he knew the loose leafs of parchment were almost archaic in this booming industrial age. But, try as he might, the consistency of gas flame and the disposability of mundane mass-produced paper stifled his words, smothering them in a wash of here, now, faster.
His words had to grow, had to be tended and nurtured. Words that told of beauty and laughter, of dark eyes that shone as bright as their owner’s smile, of acceptance and warmth, and of a future he knew could never be.
That’s why the words were so important. They had to capture every detail, every sight, sound, and breath. They had to capture the warm, sunny smile, the tender, heated looks, the voice- playful and sultry, the scent of cinnamon apples and cocoa that permeated the air. They had to capture his desire, his mind, his very heart.
His meagre, tawdry words had to capture the embodiment of an angel- an angel named Alexander.

Drabble: World of Words II: Building Blocks

Author: Cobalt Mystic
Title: World of Words II: Building Blocks
Pairing: Spike (sorta, more William)/Xander- implied/pre-slash
Rating: G with that pesky PG warning for boy playing
Feedback: Mys has decided that she actually likes FB, so… constructive crit is fine, just be prepared for Mys to defend/explain her choices, and try not to do any permanent damage, k.
Disclaimer: Just playing with the pretty kittens. Unfortunately, they are not mine, but I will gladly groom and bathe them before sending them back home to Daddy (aka Joss/Mutant Enemy/et al).
Warnings/Squicks: yet more abstract writing
Summary: How to build a world

AN: Yesterday, my Xandra told me she needed William… that resulted in Angel Hair, this follows that and there will be at least one more to complete the set.

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Xander woke up panting. It was the dream again. The one that turned his world upside-down and made him rethink everything he thought he knew. It was the dream of the sandy-haired young man wooing him with words. Words he wasn’t meant to know. Words that painted pictures in his mind so vivid that when he woke he wondered which was his dream and which was his reality.
It never took long for the harsh realization to kick in. His world was brash and garish, arrogant and loud. His was a world of action and violence, nothing like the warm world of words built around him as he slept. A world moulded of the purest materials- words. And what words were used for that construct, words of beauty, promise, and devotion. Words as sweet as the golden honey of his hair.
In his heart of hearts, Xander knew the words were true. He knew the hand that wrote them and the mind that thought them. He knew William.