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Written for Buffy/Angel Improv LJ community's Improv #10 (77) using the words whirlwind, gouge, petal, and honey.
Whirlwind
by Zzilly14
Her visions come to her in a whirlwind of confusion, yet she always understands what is to come.
She holds a withered rose, petting the blackened petals delicately.
"My dark prince will cower when he feeds... he will not be able to kill... my poor Spike... And he'll fight alongside the girl that tastes like honey when she dies..."
The rose suddenly drops. "My Spike will burn, no... no..." She looks at him, sleeping next to her. "But not before William returns... No. I will gouge his brains out and eat them before that happens!"
"Did you say something, love?"
Written for Buffy/Angel Improv LJ community's Improv #10 (77) using the words whirlwind, gouge, petal, and honey.
by Zzilly14
Her visions come to her in a whirlwind of confusion, yet she always understands what is to come.
She holds a withered rose, petting the blackened petals delicately.
"My dark prince will cower when he feeds... he will not be able to kill... my poor Spike... And he'll fight alongside the girl that tastes like honey when she dies..."
The rose suddenly drops. "My Spike will burn, no... no..." She looks at him, sleeping next to her. "But not before William returns... No. I will gouge his brains out and eat them before that happens!"
"Did you say something, love?"