Femslash Unporn Battle
Two little drabble-ish things for the Unporn Battle at ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/syndicated.gif)
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Title: Everything is Full of Gods
Author: Maren
Pairing: Cordelia/Nina
Prompt: Scent
Words: 295
She can scent the lingering sickly sweet smell of dark things under Cordelia’s skin.
It draws her, repels her, a back and forth that makes her a little dizzy and more than a little confused. It makes her wish she’d never met these people, these things, but now she’s a thing too and she can’t blame them for that. They’ve saved her, saved her family from her, so Nina finds herself sticking around.
Finds herself coming around even more once Cordy wakes up from the coma that no one will explain to her. Well, until the night she and Cordy are sharing a bottle of wine in her new apartment, three days before the full moon and Nina’s feeling sorry for herself. She lets Cordy comb her hair with those long fingers and she talks about what it’s like to be intimately in touch with her animus and maybe, maybe she cries a little too. And then Cordy is setting down her glass, pulling away and looking at Nina with a look that somehow manages to be equal parts exasperation and empathy.
Nina hears the whole story then, or as much of it as she thinks Cordy’s ever going to say out loud. It doesn’t explain nearly enough, but at least Nina knows where the scent of decay comes from now.
She doesn’t think Cordy knows it’s still there, traces, but there. Nina’s not the one who’s going to tell her. She knows what it’s like to be a freak, realizes what it’s like to hate a part of yourself you have no power to change.
She’s not even sure she would want it to change.
The more time they spend together, the more Nina realizes how much she loves the way that Cordelia smells.
Title: Let the Dead Bury the Dead
Author: Maren
Pairing: Buffy/Nina
Prompt: Smoke
Words:490
Nina watches the smoke that billows up from the small town, black ink in sooty sky.
Burn it down, Faith had said, and Buffy didn’t exactly agree but she’d laid down her weapon and watched with blank eyes as the rest of them set Plan Z in motion. It was last ditch, a desperate move for a desperate army that kept losing more and more ground.
They were burning more towns than they were saving these days.
Welcome to post-apocalyptic slaying, Faith said after the first one. Buffy hadn’t been so quiet that time, but that was months ago. Maybe a year? Nina isn’t sure and she’s not in the mood to count back moons.
What she is in the mood for is some food and she twists until she’s leaning over the seat, cracked leather pressing uncomfortably into her ribcage as she pops open the cooler in the back and pulls out two sandwiches and two bottles of water. She settles back down and opens a bottle of water before handing it to Buffy, then offers her one of the sandwiches. Buffy waves it off, hand limp with exhaustion. Nina frowns, wanting to make her eat but she knows it will be a losing battle. She squints at the labels on the convenience store sandwiches, wrinkles her nose at the selection and decides maybe Buffy has the right idea after all.
Nina finishes her water and leans back on the seat, closing her eyes to blot out the sight of the smoke that seams to follow them everywhere they go. She feels Buffy’s hair pool in her lap a few seconds before she feels the weight of her head and if she weren’t so tired, maybe she’d smile. Instead she lifts her hand just enough so that her fingers can twine with Buffy’s, guides them to rest right over the slayer’s heart.
Everyone falls in love with her, Faith said when she caught Nina looking at Buffy all those months ago and Nina wanted to ask her how she’d known. Not that Nina had feelings for Buffy, not that at all because Nina’d never been good at hiding her feelings and of course Faith had seen that. It’s just that Nina wasn’t sure how she’d gotten to this place with this woman of all women and Faith had seen the questions beyond the questions.
She thinks maybe Faith has felt the same, that maybe she still does. But Faith keeps it to herself and Nina’s glad, because she isn’t sure she wouldn’t lose Buffy to all of their history.
“Full moon in three nights,” Faith says from the driver’s seat, conversationally, like Nina isn’t fully fucking aware of the lunar tide. “Need to find someplace safe to lock you up.”
Nina feels Buffy’s fingers flex over hers, the heat of her palm comforting and welcome against Nina’s own.
Sometimes she thinks maybe they’ve burned all the safe places down.
femslash_today.Title: Everything is Full of Gods
Author: Maren
Pairing: Cordelia/Nina
Prompt: Scent
Words: 295
She can scent the lingering sickly sweet smell of dark things under Cordelia’s skin.
It draws her, repels her, a back and forth that makes her a little dizzy and more than a little confused. It makes her wish she’d never met these people, these things, but now she’s a thing too and she can’t blame them for that. They’ve saved her, saved her family from her, so Nina finds herself sticking around.
Finds herself coming around even more once Cordy wakes up from the coma that no one will explain to her. Well, until the night she and Cordy are sharing a bottle of wine in her new apartment, three days before the full moon and Nina’s feeling sorry for herself. She lets Cordy comb her hair with those long fingers and she talks about what it’s like to be intimately in touch with her animus and maybe, maybe she cries a little too. And then Cordy is setting down her glass, pulling away and looking at Nina with a look that somehow manages to be equal parts exasperation and empathy.
Nina hears the whole story then, or as much of it as she thinks Cordy’s ever going to say out loud. It doesn’t explain nearly enough, but at least Nina knows where the scent of decay comes from now.
She doesn’t think Cordy knows it’s still there, traces, but there. Nina’s not the one who’s going to tell her. She knows what it’s like to be a freak, realizes what it’s like to hate a part of yourself you have no power to change.
She’s not even sure she would want it to change.
The more time they spend together, the more Nina realizes how much she loves the way that Cordelia smells.
Title: Let the Dead Bury the Dead
Author: Maren
Pairing: Buffy/Nina
Prompt: Smoke
Words:490
Nina watches the smoke that billows up from the small town, black ink in sooty sky.
Burn it down, Faith had said, and Buffy didn’t exactly agree but she’d laid down her weapon and watched with blank eyes as the rest of them set Plan Z in motion. It was last ditch, a desperate move for a desperate army that kept losing more and more ground.
They were burning more towns than they were saving these days.
Welcome to post-apocalyptic slaying, Faith said after the first one. Buffy hadn’t been so quiet that time, but that was months ago. Maybe a year? Nina isn’t sure and she’s not in the mood to count back moons.
What she is in the mood for is some food and she twists until she’s leaning over the seat, cracked leather pressing uncomfortably into her ribcage as she pops open the cooler in the back and pulls out two sandwiches and two bottles of water. She settles back down and opens a bottle of water before handing it to Buffy, then offers her one of the sandwiches. Buffy waves it off, hand limp with exhaustion. Nina frowns, wanting to make her eat but she knows it will be a losing battle. She squints at the labels on the convenience store sandwiches, wrinkles her nose at the selection and decides maybe Buffy has the right idea after all.
Nina finishes her water and leans back on the seat, closing her eyes to blot out the sight of the smoke that seams to follow them everywhere they go. She feels Buffy’s hair pool in her lap a few seconds before she feels the weight of her head and if she weren’t so tired, maybe she’d smile. Instead she lifts her hand just enough so that her fingers can twine with Buffy’s, guides them to rest right over the slayer’s heart.
Everyone falls in love with her, Faith said when she caught Nina looking at Buffy all those months ago and Nina wanted to ask her how she’d known. Not that Nina had feelings for Buffy, not that at all because Nina’d never been good at hiding her feelings and of course Faith had seen that. It’s just that Nina wasn’t sure how she’d gotten to this place with this woman of all women and Faith had seen the questions beyond the questions.
She thinks maybe Faith has felt the same, that maybe she still does. But Faith keeps it to herself and Nina’s glad, because she isn’t sure she wouldn’t lose Buffy to all of their history.
“Full moon in three nights,” Faith says from the driver’s seat, conversationally, like Nina isn’t fully fucking aware of the lunar tide. “Need to find someplace safe to lock you up.”
Nina feels Buffy’s fingers flex over hers, the heat of her palm comforting and welcome against Nina’s own.
Sometimes she thinks maybe they’ve burned all the safe places down.
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