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still_grrr prompt. Austen and Barret Browning here - I'm packing them in tonight!
Title: I shall but love thee better after death.
Author: GillO
Rating:: G
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Classical literature from before 1960: Elizabeth Barret Browning, How Shall I Love Thee
Characters/Pairing Spike
A/N: The title comes from the last lines of the famous sonnet:
I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
It is a truth less than universally recognised that a vampire in search of inspiration turns to poetry. One vampire at any rate.
Hunched in the corner, concealing the paper from any stray Potential in search of clean laundry, Spike stared at his latest ode, tore it across and dropped it listlessly on the heap of rejects.
“Let me count the bleeding ways, eh?” he muttered. “In my dreams, in my bed, under my rugs, with houses collapsing round us, on the hard stone of a tomb. Any sodding place. And not one of them bloody well rhymes with Buffy.”
still_grrr prompt. Austen and Barret Browning here - I'm packing them in tonight!Title: I shall but love thee better after death.
Author: GillO
Rating:: G
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Classical literature from before 1960: Elizabeth Barret Browning, How Shall I Love Thee
Characters/Pairing Spike
A/N: The title comes from the last lines of the famous sonnet:
I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
I shall but love thee better after death.
It is a truth less than universally recognised that a vampire in search of inspiration turns to poetry. One vampire at any rate.
Hunched in the corner, concealing the paper from any stray Potential in search of clean laundry, Spike stared at his latest ode, tore it across and dropped it listlessly on the heap of rejects.
“Let me count the bleeding ways, eh?” he muttered. “In my dreams, in my bed, under my rugs, with houses collapsing round us, on the hard stone of a tomb. Any sodding place. And not one of them bloody well rhymes with Buffy.”
