063 Songfic - Remedy
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still_grrrTitle: Remedy
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firefly_124
Rating: PG for mild swearing
Word Count: 565
Prompt: 063 – song!fic (also crossoverish in a canon sort of a way)
Characters/Pairing (if any): Lorne, Faith, Willow, new Slayers
A/N: A sequel to my 047 ficlet I Left My Heart in LA. Lyrics from “Remedy” by Seether.
Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me
Oh, this guy was going to be a real trip to read. You could always tell the hard-core demons who only looked like they were trying to play nice-nice with the humans. For one thing? Big on the angst-rock.
And speak but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore you see
And would you just look at the aura on this one? Who knew there were actual shades of black? Not shades of gray, ‘cause Lorne knows shades of gray like Liz knows her White Diamonds. No, this was swirls of black leading to a great big black hole.
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you
See, now, that right there made for a splash of red. Kind of a relief in terms of normal aura colors, except this was can’t-get-it-out-of-my-best-silk-shirt blood red. How’s a demon supposed to stay neutral when people go flashing great big neon, “Hi, I’m about to go on a killing spree” auras at you?
My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear
Damn straight, buddy! If it weren’t for that whole LA meltdown, this’d be right about time to call Angel and company. But here in Cleveland, it was supposed to be back to basics time, and that meant being so neutral the Swiss sent complimentary cheese and chocolate. Neutrality was getting almost as complicated as playing for the good guys in the bad guys’ sandbox.
If you want me hold me back
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
Oh, Sugar, you really hit that nail on the head. Because the one thing that won’t ever fail is pain. The pain that would come from either putting the brakes on you or from, you know, not. Some kind of sign which way to go with this would be nice, but for the past couple of years, anything the Powers sent tended to be kind of ambiguous.
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
As the bass line took back over, Lorne noticed a group of girls arriving. Mostly new faces, but two gave him pangs. He hadn’t seen either of them since that day he’d thought Faith was going to die in his arms. Not memories he much wanted to revisit.
Hold your eyes closed, take me in
Hold your eyes closed, take me in
The two of them, here in Cleveland with a pack of girls including a few who’d probably used fake i.d.’s to get in, well, that probably meant there were an awful lot of pointy wooden things in the weapons check.
Rolling his eyes towards the ceiling, Lorne muttered, “Well, it beats the usual adventures in cryptology, accent on the cryptic. You couldn’t have been this glaringly obvious sometime before everything in LA went to hell?”
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Pasting a smile on his face, Lorne went over to greet them, hoping the words Barty the Blinchkrick was mangling were all about him and not so much about the consequences of slipping just a hair to the side from neutral.
Author:
firefly_124Rating: PG for mild swearing
Word Count: 565
Prompt: 063 – song!fic (also crossoverish in a canon sort of a way)
Characters/Pairing (if any): Lorne, Faith, Willow, new Slayers
A/N: A sequel to my 047 ficlet I Left My Heart in LA. Lyrics from “Remedy” by Seether.
Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me
Oh, this guy was going to be a real trip to read. You could always tell the hard-core demons who only looked like they were trying to play nice-nice with the humans. For one thing? Big on the angst-rock.
And speak but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore you see
And would you just look at the aura on this one? Who knew there were actual shades of black? Not shades of gray, ‘cause Lorne knows shades of gray like Liz knows her White Diamonds. No, this was swirls of black leading to a great big black hole.
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you
See, now, that right there made for a splash of red. Kind of a relief in terms of normal aura colors, except this was can’t-get-it-out-of-my-best-silk-shirt blood red. How’s a demon supposed to stay neutral when people go flashing great big neon, “Hi, I’m about to go on a killing spree” auras at you?
My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear
Damn straight, buddy! If it weren’t for that whole LA meltdown, this’d be right about time to call Angel and company. But here in Cleveland, it was supposed to be back to basics time, and that meant being so neutral the Swiss sent complimentary cheese and chocolate. Neutrality was getting almost as complicated as playing for the good guys in the bad guys’ sandbox.
If you want me hold me back
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
Oh, Sugar, you really hit that nail on the head. Because the one thing that won’t ever fail is pain. The pain that would come from either putting the brakes on you or from, you know, not. Some kind of sign which way to go with this would be nice, but for the past couple of years, anything the Powers sent tended to be kind of ambiguous.
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
As the bass line took back over, Lorne noticed a group of girls arriving. Mostly new faces, but two gave him pangs. He hadn’t seen either of them since that day he’d thought Faith was going to die in his arms. Not memories he much wanted to revisit.
Hold your eyes closed, take me in
Hold your eyes closed, take me in
The two of them, here in Cleveland with a pack of girls including a few who’d probably used fake i.d.’s to get in, well, that probably meant there were an awful lot of pointy wooden things in the weapons check.
Rolling his eyes towards the ceiling, Lorne muttered, “Well, it beats the usual adventures in cryptology, accent on the cryptic. You couldn’t have been this glaringly obvious sometime before everything in LA went to hell?”
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Pasting a smile on his face, Lorne went over to greet them, hoping the words Barty the Blinchkrick was mangling were all about him and not so much about the consequences of slipping just a hair to the side from neutral.
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Date: 2008-05-02 04:07 am (UTC)It was the only thing I could imagine him trying to do post-NFA. Since I didn't imagine that LA was going to literally go to hell with him still in it.
Seems like it's not going to well, even before the Slayers arrive!
Nope, not at all. He's doomed to get dragged into the fight one way or another! Little does he know that reading them is going to be as big a deal for him as tipping them off about Barty the Blinchkrick. So a bit more crossovery than just the canon stuff, but I'm hoping it stands alone as well.
Thanks!
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