Thursday, June 28, 2007

[sweptawaybayou.livejournal.com]

Here in their midst, things are light and dark. Clean and filthy, right and wrong. Even if - maybe *because* - both of them violate every matched pair, doublecross their boundaries just by being who they are.

Souled undead, superstrong warrior. Oz figures they need the center and the matching opposites; everyone wants the world to make sense.

It's just not his world.

Oz sits on the foot of the bed, cross-legged, palms resting on his knees. Watching and listening as Angel and Buffy curve toward each other on the loveseat, big and small, dark and light, voices almost hushed.

~Small Illuminated Dying Things by glossing Angel/Buffy/Oz

[Ficlets/Drabbles]
x.4 drabbles by xlivvielockex Cordelia/Angel
x.Love Me To Death by janedavitt Angelus/Spike

[Fic Updates]
x.The Lost Key 3:3 by firsts_chosen_1 Caleb, the First, Dawn, Buffy
x.Nevermind: the long, strange trip mashup Stanza Eight by julia_here BtVs ensemble
x.Star Treks The S Curve, part 126 by tesla321 AU Angel/Xander
x.How Tantor and Tarzan Became Friends part 14 by nwhepcat Xander, Illyria

[Icons/Graphics]
x.28 Giles icons by britwatcher

[News/Meta/More...]
x.elisi discusses Spike Asylum comics. *spoilers*