Writing frustration

[winter]

I totally should post something Star Wars related, except for the fact that I didn't realise posting my info in imadra_blue's friending meme would lead to people actually friending me. So. Um. Probably not the right moment to mention the fact I haven't touched Star Wars with a ten foot pole in a long while.

Anyway, spent today trying to fic and failing. Current working-on-them-right-now list, just to motivate me tomorrow at work, because apparently I'm unable to write at home; at this rate I'll be able to write something I want to write around... hm, July?

- 3 Tanz der Vampire stories (trials of a vampire father, very twisted Dracula/Krolock and Herbertfic). All for fyrie *expletive deleted*

- Vlad and Gabriel by the fire, for ariss_tenoh, with sincere apologies for the delay

- Coldfire: Family Ties, possible vignettes, for Gerald Tarrant. Peskiest muse ever

- next set of Dooku drabbles for the 1character prompts, and the Dooku-and-Obi-Wan fic, for imadra_blue

- miscellaneous Dooku and non-Dooku fic for the SW people on the f-list because I'm feeling guilty

Oh, and on top of everything else I may be able to combine my obligations towards fyrie, the Coldfire people and the Star Wars people in one fic. But I've a feeling it might get me a wee bit flamed =^.^=

In other news, GIP. *purrs*

EDIT: *headdesk* Completely forgot. fyrie did it again. The next installment of her Buffy/Tanz crossover killed me even deader. Even if you don't know anything about Buffy or Tanz, if you have the slightest fondness for dominant vampires, for Lucifer's sake read this story.

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

It's not exactly something you want to admit to, is it? :D "Yes, I spent six months living in a watchers shower, in chains, because I got a chip... *coughs*... um... yes."


If she felt it, Dawn made no indication of it.

“Still think he’ll eat me?” she asked, giving her sister an impish smile.

The Slayer looked both amused and bemused, staring at Herbert as if she had never seen such a thing in her life. “Uh... no... not so much.”

“So...” From the other side of the table, between giggles, the witch inquired, “Not so much a fan of the ladies, huh?”

Trying to reclaim a little of his dignity, Herbert resumed his seat, folding his hands on the table and lifting his chin imperiously. “I prefer company of equals,” he said, in as serious a tone as he could manage.

“And you hang out with Spike?” the Slayer sounded genuinely incredulous.

The look Herbert directed at William was at once threat, promise and adoration. “I do,” he said, the fondness in his words unmistakeable. “I challenge you to say that we are not equally handsome and charming.”

“Insulting my hair colour aside...?” The Slayer looked between the two younger vampires, then focussed her attention pointedly at Herbert. Yeah, I guess you’ve both got the cheekbones...”

“Cheekbones? Is that all?”

Unnoticed by the group at the table, save perhaps Vittorio, Dawn lifted her hand to squeeze the fingers that still rested on her shoulders. “Taken care of,” she murmured, tilting her head against von Krolock’s jaw.

The small smile that touched his lips was palpable against her brow. “And it was admirably done,” he replied for her ears only.

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Hm, Dawn's very comfortable with the physical closeness all of a sudden ;) Though knowing VK, he's been hovering closer and closer for weeks until she stopped moving away...

Herbert, as always, is love. But I think any of Dawn's future birthday parties will feature an obligatory bitchfight, verbal or physical.

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She knows he's been constantly watching her, which she doesn't mind at all. And for weeks, she's been developing a crush on him, so this is her being calm while, inside, she's bouncing up and down going "SQUEE! OMG FINALLY! HE TOUCHED ME!" - this is where the actual... initiation of any sexual relationship will be interesting. She's - basically - gagging for it, but doesn't want to appear forward. And he is, above all things, a gentleman.

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Oh dear. You know, if you keep telling me things like that, I won't rest until I bother you into writing it all :D I'm sure VK and Dawn will be my co-cheerleaders here, though.

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Hey, you're my instigator for a reason ;) I think they'll finally do something, when he's teaching her some magically-type stuff and is showing her books. She's sitting at the desk and he leans over her and his hair brushes her cheek and if he doesn't hear her heart racing...

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Oooh. And then once he's sure the spark is there he could chance touching... her wrist, perhaps? Just "idly", while talking, tracing the veins on the outside of her hand...

(Not that I want you to indulge anyone's penchant for hands. Perish the thought.)

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*glazes over* Oh yes. Hands are teh sex. And Dawn turns to look up at him and his face is right there and he's smiling just slightly...

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And she slowly turns her hand palm up, and when he continues stroking her hand, she wraps her fingers around his wrist?

At which point he'd either extricate himself gracefully or bend down and finally kiss her, I think.

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Is it bad that that kind of things seems so much hotter to me than actual smut? *fans self* Gah. If a guy did that to me, I would be a puddle. A. Puddle.

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“Good looks and the fact we can kick their asses without breaking a sweat?” Dawn suggested with a grin. Buffy’s expression sobered and Dawn looked down as Buffy took her hand. “I’ll be okay, I promise.”

“You better be,” Buffy said gruffly, though there was a tremor to her voice. “I don’t wanna have to come all the way out here and kick their asses.”

Dawn nodded at once. “They’d be pretty mad if you had to do that,” she agreed, her expression deadly earnest. “I don’t think Herbert would like to see you rumpling his new suits.”

With a roll of her eyes, Buffy opened the car door. “I’ll rumple ‘em good if he does anything to you.”

“Don’t worry!” Dawn laughed. “If he tries, I’ll chase him with girly cooties.”

“The poor boy,” Vittorio murmured, leaning against the hood of the car. “I dread to think how he will manage with you present indefinitely.”

Grinning evilly in the direction of the door, Dawn’s eyes danced. “Oh, he’ll learn pretty quick, I think,” she said. Opening her arms, she hugged Vittorio fondly. “You look after Buffy. You know how much trouble she can be.”

“Hey!” her sister called, half-way into the car, shoving a bag under the back seat.

“Naturalmente,” Vittorio kissed Dawn’s brow softly, then gazed at her seriously, her chin cupped lightly in his palm. “I expect you do not need further warnings, nor lectures, sorella piccola.” His brows drew together pensively, his voice lowered that Buffy wouldn’t overhear. “But you must proceed with care. For yourself and for others. There are deep emotions in this house.”

Dawn stared at him for a moment, then looked him up and down. “How long have you know him, then?”

One side of Vittorio’s mouth curved upwards. “Long enough, sorella,” he replied, placing another soft kiss to her forehead, then drawing back. “Longer than any of us would admit.”

“Deep emotions...” Dawn glanced over her shoulder thoughtfully. “Yeah. Figures.”

Scooting out of the car, Buffy dusted her hands down. “I think that’s everything,” she said, propping her hands on her hips and looking around. “You got everything, Will?” The witch nodded. “Vittorio?”

“I think we are prepared.”

With a last hug for her sister and the whisper of threat and promise for the vampires waiting inside, Buffy bundled her lover and friend into the car, rolling down the window to reach out one arm and hug Dawn a last time.

“If you don’t call me regularly, I’ll come here and kill you myself,” she whispered against Dawn’s ear.

“Like you called every week when you were at school!” Dawn laughed, returning the tight hug.

“I didn’t go to school with vampires,” Buffy reminded her, sitting back.

“Oh yeah?”

With a roll of her eyes, the Slayer laughed. “Okay, maybe a few. Now, you be good, okay? And don’t kill anyone, unless you have to.”

“You too.”

Stepping back, Dawn watched and waved as the car roared down the drive, tossing up gravel. Only when the gates swung closed did she turn around and walk back towards the door.

“Looks like you’re stuck with us, pet,” Spike was leaning against one of the columns that lined the hall, a pleased grin on his face.

“I concur,” Herbert added, stepping out of the shadows on the opposite side. “And I believe I owe you a mortal humiliation for the events of last night.”

Closing the door behind her, blocking out the daylight, Dawn smirked. “You can try, Herbert,” she said with mock-sweetness.

“And I am sure he will,” the third voice spoke from the middle of the hall. At once, Dawn moved past the two younger vampires to approach von Krolock. “So, you do not regret your decision?”

Offering him her hand, she smiled as he claimed it and kissed her fingertips. “Do you?” she asked, a hint of mischief in her blue eyes.

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

“We shall see,” he murmured, before vanishing in a swirl of black silk.

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Oooh, sneaky of him :D

That should give her something to think about.

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

She's thinking "Man, you're never gonna regret anything as much as this and that's for good and bad reasons" :D

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With a last squeeze to his hand, she drew away from him. Sitting back down beside Herbert, she gave arranged her napkin just as neatly as before, smoothing it across her lap. “So, yeah...” she said, looking up, across the table, at her sister. “I’m staying.”

“Hold on...” The Slayer waved her into silence, apparently caught up in the tale Herbert was weaving of his first encounter with Dawn.

As von Krolock took his own seat, his hands resting on the arms, he glanced towards Dawn from beneath his lashes. She was smiling, shaking her head indulgently, but there was an undeniable edge of triumph in her posture.
She would be staying, of that he had no doubt, and, much to his surprise and admiration, she had ensured her sister would agree to it.

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[winter]

End of fic, or one more with Buffy&co leaving? Now that Willow's assured them an excuse to show up unannounced again, that is.

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Doing a farewell scene outside the front door in the morning :D Willow's been lent some rare editions and is having kittens of glee over them :D

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In the morning fic-time, or in the morning as in tomorrow? *mock-pouts*

I'm just imagining them getting back to Giles and telling him that a, Spike's alive, b, Dawn elected to stay with the biggest baddest vampire sorcerer this side of the Urals, and incidentally has become the terror of his household, and c, they've enlisted VK's help as errant researcher.

Talk about conflicting emotions :>

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Am working on it now :) And I think I might add a Giles scene at the very end, maybe just a couple of lines...

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P.S. Mmm. Vittorio.

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Oh. I fell over. Gah.

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*thud*

(BTW, was meaning to warn you for about an hour now. Due to headache, am on drugs now. Whee, codeine. Coherence not guaranteed, since everything is swirly and words come out mistyped.)

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm running on a slice of toast and half a cup of tea, so not at my most coherent either :D

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Mostly wanted to explain why there aren't more Todesglocken snippets. VK's glaring and refusing to have anything to do with an "overindulger", while Herbert's demanding codeine of his own...

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S'not a problem! Don't wanna force testy muses when you're not feeling your best.

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*sigh* The only thing that comes out well when I'm on drugs is crackfic, alas. There might be a reason for it.