Don't own anything that Joss created. This is for the LJ Joss 100, River/BTVS Promp table2. Updates random.
Dreams, they came on the darkness of the morning, or what passed for morning in a place that was always night, or always day depending on how you looked at it. Doctor-brother, it was the coming dawn, he had passed through his hour despair, and on the other side he had found her. It hadn't been difficult for him, just coins down a well, wish, and then we were on a boat, an old wooden shoe, but no fish swam in the silver seas.
Doctor-brother was supposed to set her free. Away from blue, fade to black, but the ship they sailed had too may colors, there were red's and yellow's and green's and brown's. Even blue. Brothers, who art loving, bathed in blue, where he calls it clean. Silly Simon. Cleanliness is next to classicism, and she is the head of the class.
Now stop being a boob, and kiss the girl.