Day 17 Prompt: The Rhyme for Orange
Takes place between Showtime (7x11) and Potential (7x12).
"N-no, please," Spike heard himself mumble as the gentle hand in his hair pulled him out of slumber.
He blinked up at Buffy, the poet in him already hard at work trying to immortalise the living wonder before him with feeble words. Preferably ones that rhymed.
"Hey. You ok?" She asked quietly, interrupting the sappy verses in his head. "You looked like you were having a bad dream."
He had been. And the worst kind, at that. The nancy-boy one about impossible rhymes.
Bloody fucking soul.
"Yeah. Thanks, pet."
She frowned then, regarding him curiously.
"Spike?"
"Hmm?"
"What's a sporange?"
I'm no poetry gal. Like, at all. Very unmixy. So this one threw me off a bit, especially since I've been becoming a bit insecure about my writing, lately (side effect of writing alongside so many incredibly talented authors, I recon :P).
In any case, I hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading!
PS: To all who aren't writing drabbles for this event and therefore didn't go through the process of furiously googling orange rhymes, sporange is pretty much the only word that rhymes with it xD
