#86 - "Sticking With What Works" [BtVS/DF]
Apr. 7th, 2009 04:51 pmtitle: Sticking With What Works
word count: 200
fandom: Dresden Files (novels)
challenge: #86 - language
summary: Harry would put up with a lot for monster-hunting backup as capable as she was.
disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not.
notes: General Dresden Files spoilers-- nothing later than Blood Rites.
I muttered a candle-lighting incantation as I followed my guest into my apartment, so familiar with that particular exercise of will that I hardly needed to concentrate on the effort.
It must have surprised her, though, because she immediately turned back to me, eyes dancing in amusement.
"Flickum bicus?" she repeated in incredulous tones. "What kind of Latin is that?"
"The kind that works," I replied, rolling my eyes.
Buffy Summers might look like Murphy's slightly taller, much sillier kid sister, but like Murph herself, the Slayer's cute, curvaceous, five-foot-and-change frame hid ferocious killer instincts and trained hand-to-hand skills capable of subduing foes several times her size. In Buffy's case, those talents were augmented by a spiritual entity much like my half-brother's Hunger, but without the life-sucking side-effects of a White Court vampire's demon side. As formidable as she was, though, she seemed to delight in playing the bubbly blonde when not in battle.
Still, I'd put up with a lot for monster-hunting backup as capable as she was; and her fees were much less expensive than Kincaid's.
Okay; and she was a lot prettier, too. So I have my own shallow side. So sue me.
"So here's the plan..."
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word count: 200
fandom: Dresden Files (novels)
challenge: #86 - language
summary: Harry would put up with a lot for monster-hunting backup as capable as she was.
disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not.
notes: General Dresden Files spoilers-- nothing later than Blood Rites.
I muttered a candle-lighting incantation as I followed my guest into my apartment, so familiar with that particular exercise of will that I hardly needed to concentrate on the effort.
It must have surprised her, though, because she immediately turned back to me, eyes dancing in amusement.
"Flickum bicus?" she repeated in incredulous tones. "What kind of Latin is that?"
"The kind that works," I replied, rolling my eyes.
Buffy Summers might look like Murphy's slightly taller, much sillier kid sister, but like Murph herself, the Slayer's cute, curvaceous, five-foot-and-change frame hid ferocious killer instincts and trained hand-to-hand skills capable of subduing foes several times her size. In Buffy's case, those talents were augmented by a spiritual entity much like my half-brother's Hunger, but without the life-sucking side-effects of a White Court vampire's demon side. As formidable as she was, though, she seemed to delight in playing the bubbly blonde when not in battle.
Still, I'd put up with a lot for monster-hunting backup as capable as she was; and her fees were much less expensive than Kincaid's.
Okay; and she was a lot prettier, too. So I have my own shallow side. So sue me.
"So here's the plan..."
-x-
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Date: 2009-04-08 02:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-08 11:19 pm (UTC)Blood Rites is Book 6, and a couple of the mentions in this drabble did come from that one, but I'm glad the concept came through even without the specific references. Do read the rest of them if you get a chance to; I'm really looking forward to diving into the new one this weekend!
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Date: 2009-04-09 11:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-13 03:42 pm (UTC)