druffine | monday morning lj-crush

I don't like mondays? I hate them. GRRRR at mondays.

I should be working and make my boss happy but I am typing this entry. Yay.

Did anyone of you experience an LJ-Crush or Virtual-Life-Crush? Or am I the only sad person that gets a mushy feeling when certain persons come online (yeah, so what, more than one. They're virtual crushes, I can have more than one, can't I?) OH and are your online friends to you too all beautiful and the crush is totally gender-independent and stuff like that? *sighs and dreams of porny things*

OH and I hate work more than mondays. I'd be completely okay with mondays (and every other day of the week) if it wasn't ruined by work!

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And because you listened.. here is part of today's post of RAIN a bit earlier.

Rain (1.half of Part 2)

Third Person’s POV
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As noiselessly as Xander could manage he goes from the bathroom to the kitchen. After opening the fridge's door he stares in it, checking the sparse contents. First thing he notices is that Spike's blood supply is down to one bag. Cow's blood.

Xander cringes at the memory. He had gone to the butcher like he always did nowadays and, for a change, he bought the slightly more expensive cow's blood, of which Spike spit half of the first bag in the sink, cussing. "Disgusting shite!"

Xander had been embarrassed, had maybe hoped for some friendlier insults in their bickering, so he had reacted with: "Was all they had, Fangless. Drink or die."

The youth closes the fridge. Will grab something somewhere, he thinks and knows he won't. He fills a glass with water and turns so he can watch Spike. He lifts and starts to sip the cool water, dragging the process out so he can stay a bit longer like this, so he can look at the blond a bit longer. And Spike is nothing like he thought Spike would be in his sleep.

He doesn't look younger or innocent or dead. He looks just like Spike, sleeping Spike. The hair is tousled and the lids are fluttering from the rapid movement of his eyes under them, the throat is working furiously as if Spike tries to swallow something but can't manage it. Xander feels his own throat close up in sympathy. The vamp starts fidgeting, nearly thrashing and groans as if… With a jolt Spike hands come up, protecting his head and his knees snap up to his chest, curling himself in, making himself as little as possible. Wide eyed Xander watches and feels anger bloom inside him for what the Initiative did to this… to Spike.

After that Spike calms down, slips into a dark but seemingly dreamless sleep. Xander's eyes jerk up to the clock and, damn, he's gonna be late if he doesn't get going now, so he turns around to put the glass in the sink and takes the pen and post-its block lurking there. He makes as if to write and stops after "Hey", flings the pad away and stalks out of the house, no look back. Silly, he thinks of himself and then presses the button to "work" in his mind, actively barring away all non-work related thoughts for the next eight or ten hours on the site. He really likes this job and he doesn't want to lose it.

2.half 9 hours later with the official post

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monday morning lj-crush

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