Fic! Again!
Oct. 16th, 2004 01:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lierdumoaTitle: Don't have one yet. I'll call it the Anyafic for now.
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: none (yet)
Summary: Here's what happens after the series finale.
A/N: Cause she was my second favorite character. I knew eventually I was going to have to write myself an Anyafic. And I do mean myself, cause I doubt anyone else will be reading this.
She wakes up in a place she recognizes from books. One of those limbo dimensions. It's called Peth or Vith or something like that. Be a vengeance demon for thousands of years, make good at the end, die human, and the Powers That Be just don't know what to do with you. That's okay. She kind of likes it in this place. It's always windy and the sky is molten blue. She's got a charming little gray brick cottage. A well in the back yard. The little reptiles that drown in it taste quite good, actually, if she can get them fresh drowned.
She never sees anyone. She figures the other sentient life that inhabits this place is non-corporeal, possibly invisible -- or maybe it's just her. Either way, she doesn't mind. She likes being alone. She's never been alone before, but here she realizes she doesn't actually need anyone. She's happy to note that she can still masturbate here, even dead. That helps pass the time.
I life she clung to whatever came along. Now she will cling to herself. She likes her independence, now. She doesn't miss money. She misses sex, sometimes.
The cottage comes supplied with quills, but not ink, and music paper. Eventually she figures out that the water in the well isn't really water at all. That or the music paper isn't really paper. Either way, the water works as ink. She considers just using the paper for a journal, but figures nothing really goes on of any interest in her afterlife.
No, instead she writes music. She learned how to read it once upon a time, so it's a simple matter to write it. She's not any good, of course, but she figures she'll get better with time. She has an eternity. And a stand up grand piano which oddly enough seemed to appear in her parlor when she wasn't looking the instant she made her decision about the paper.
She wonders how time moves here. There are no seasons. The days seem about the same length as days on earth. But then, there's no telling how time moves in an alternate dimension.
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: none (yet)
Summary: Here's what happens after the series finale.
A/N: Cause she was my second favorite character. I knew eventually I was going to have to write myself an Anyafic. And I do mean myself, cause I doubt anyone else will be reading this.
She wakes up in a place she recognizes from books. One of those limbo dimensions. It's called Peth or Vith or something like that. Be a vengeance demon for thousands of years, make good at the end, die human, and the Powers That Be just don't know what to do with you. That's okay. She kind of likes it in this place. It's always windy and the sky is molten blue. She's got a charming little gray brick cottage. A well in the back yard. The little reptiles that drown in it taste quite good, actually, if she can get them fresh drowned.
She never sees anyone. She figures the other sentient life that inhabits this place is non-corporeal, possibly invisible -- or maybe it's just her. Either way, she doesn't mind. She likes being alone. She's never been alone before, but here she realizes she doesn't actually need anyone. She's happy to note that she can still masturbate here, even dead. That helps pass the time.
I life she clung to whatever came along. Now she will cling to herself. She likes her independence, now. She doesn't miss money. She misses sex, sometimes.
The cottage comes supplied with quills, but not ink, and music paper. Eventually she figures out that the water in the well isn't really water at all. That or the music paper isn't really paper. Either way, the water works as ink. She considers just using the paper for a journal, but figures nothing really goes on of any interest in her afterlife.
Day 842,
The sky looks swirlier today. It's hardly windy at all. I masturbated twice when I woke up, then gathered some of the fresher-dead lizards from my well to fry in my kitchen. I wonder how they keep me supplied with cooking oil.
~A
No, instead she writes music. She learned how to read it once upon a time, so it's a simple matter to write it. She's not any good, of course, but she figures she'll get better with time. She has an eternity. And a stand up grand piano which oddly enough seemed to appear in her parlor when she wasn't looking the instant she made her decision about the paper.
She wonders how time moves here. There are no seasons. The days seem about the same length as days on earth. But then, there's no telling how time moves in an alternate dimension.
~tbc~
