Wee fic: Ribbon BtVS, Gen Rileycentric
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matilda36For those of you, who don't know, wee fics are a mixture of drabble and challenge: somebody gives you a word and you have five minutes to write about it in free flow.
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crowgirl13 encouraged me to try it to overcome my writer's block. She gave me the word ribbon, and these are the results:
Title: Ribbon
Genre: Riley-centric genfic.
Rating: Teen
Setting: Post-Into the Woods
Warnings: Just a tad of Angst. Unbetaed
Disclaimer: I do not own Riley, or anything else. Joss Wheldon and ME do.
A/N1: this story is related to a snippet I sent tocrowgirl13 that will see the light of the day only if and when she delivers her wee fic and as such to her dedicated.
A/N2:this fic is the first thing I wrote after a long draught, so I'd love feedback, tons of it.Please? Pretty please?
He was the youngest son. His mother had been a child herself when she had started having children, and was just old enough to be a mother by the time he had come around. He was a shy, cute little thing, and his mother, lost in an house full of men, loved to secretly handle him like the daughter she never had.
He still remembered, in that lucid and foggy way we remember our earliest memories the trip to town, all the family decked out in their best church clothes, dressed up to have their photo taken professionally. His father's birthday present to his mother, anxious to have a memory of her boys to hold on to, before they started growing up and went away, the way men do.
His clearest memory was that of the little white ribbon his mother had put on his still nearly white but already unruly hair. A lovely little bow, making a a little curl stand up, the way she had seen on the magazines.
With the peace of the loved, he had smiled throughout the whole picture ordeal, safe on his mother's lap, surrounded by his brothers, fidgety in their dress clothes and kept quiet only by the imposing presence of their father, whose hand on his mother's shoulder was for his baby self the final confirmation everything was right in the world.
Over the years the ribbon, now dominating the front room from his privileged spot on the mantelpiece, had been the reason of much teasing from his brothers, but on his last visit home, on the spur of the moment, he had asked for a copy.
And now, in dark wetness of Belize, that little ribbon had became his Ariadne's thread, guiding him through the maze of his own sanity, taking him every corner a step closer to home.
crowgirl13 encouraged me to try it to overcome my writer's block. She gave me the word ribbon, and these are the results:Title: Ribbon
Genre: Riley-centric genfic.
Rating: Teen
Setting: Post-Into the Woods
Warnings: Just a tad of Angst. Unbetaed
Disclaimer: I do not own Riley, or anything else. Joss Wheldon and ME do.
A/N1: this story is related to a snippet I sent to
crowgirl13 that will see the light of the day only if and when she delivers her wee fic and as such to her dedicated.A/N2:this fic is the first thing I wrote after a long draught, so I'd love feedback, tons of it.Please? Pretty please?
He was the youngest son. His mother had been a child herself when she had started having children, and was just old enough to be a mother by the time he had come around. He was a shy, cute little thing, and his mother, lost in an house full of men, loved to secretly handle him like the daughter she never had.
He still remembered, in that lucid and foggy way we remember our earliest memories the trip to town, all the family decked out in their best church clothes, dressed up to have their photo taken professionally. His father's birthday present to his mother, anxious to have a memory of her boys to hold on to, before they started growing up and went away, the way men do.
His clearest memory was that of the little white ribbon his mother had put on his still nearly white but already unruly hair. A lovely little bow, making a a little curl stand up, the way she had seen on the magazines.
With the peace of the loved, he had smiled throughout the whole picture ordeal, safe on his mother's lap, surrounded by his brothers, fidgety in their dress clothes and kept quiet only by the imposing presence of their father, whose hand on his mother's shoulder was for his baby self the final confirmation everything was right in the world.
Over the years the ribbon, now dominating the front room from his privileged spot on the mantelpiece, had been the reason of much teasing from his brothers, but on his last visit home, on the spur of the moment, he had asked for a copy.
And now, in dark wetness of Belize, that little ribbon had became his Ariadne's thread, guiding him through the maze of his own sanity, taking him every corner a step closer to home.
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Date: 2006-01-12 09:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-13 07:07 am (UTC)Do you think it worth me working on this some more?
I have an idea for a series of ficlets all based around Riley's childhood and the comparison with his life as a soldier and an adult.
The next one starts like this:
"When he was a kid, he loved playing to cowboys and indians. He was easier back then to distingish who was the one and who was the other,good and evil, right and wrong. But now, with a lithe muscolar body trying to steal all the heath from him and a peroxide blonde head resting on his chest, he wasn't so sure anymore...
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Date: 2006-01-13 07:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-13 08:53 am (UTC)I'll take the jump and post to Darker Riley while I am still brave enough. Then when I start fleshing out the Spiley if the reception is good, I'll dare to post on ds.
*Hugs back*
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Date: 2006-01-13 02:11 am (UTC)SEE? I just knew it would work! And boy, it worked well- I love this!
This is so bittersweet and keen. The strength and stability Riley feels in his family makes so *much* sense. You watch him in Season Four, particularly in the early eps,and you can see the confidence a good home life gives one. *Hugs Riley*
I'm excited about the dedication; no one's ever dedicated something to me before. *bounces* And yet...you're holding the other bit *hostage?! Geez! I really don't think Riley would approve.
What another word?
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Date: 2006-01-13 06:53 am (UTC)I am glad you liked it. I was already in bed when I got the impulse to write it and I quickly typed it up and pressed send. Then I spent the night thinking if I had done the right thing or not. And If I were to find some comments in the morning.
Come on give me another word. BTW, I have been enjoying the ficlets from the WeaveWorld so much, that Riley has told me to keep the other ficlet hostage until you give him his due...he wants him to write about him. *evil grin*
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Date: 2006-01-13 04:35 pm (UTC)I'm so glad that you posted this- I think you are touching character gold here. I can't wait to see what else rises to the surface...
Had I said how much I like the Ariadne connection? Mythic analogies make me melt into a puddle of delighted goo. :)
Oh, and today's word is crackle.
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Date: 2006-01-13 09:25 pm (UTC)Do you know that you are going to keep me awake thinking about it tonight?
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Date: 2006-01-15 08:19 pm (UTC)So...any luck? *looks hopeful*
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Date: 2006-01-13 09:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-13 09:44 am (UTC)About who Riley's partner is going to be, I can only copy for you the start of next ficlet...
"When he was a kid, he loved playing to cowboys and indians. He was easier back then to distinguish who was the one and who was the other,good and evil, right and wrong. But now, with a lithe muscular body trying to steal all the heath from him and a peroxide blond head resting on his chest, he wasn't so sure anymore...
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Date: 2006-01-13 04:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-13 09:24 pm (UTC)I have been re-watching S6 at the moment, and I have reached the conclusion that doesn't exist a man who is "right" for Buffy. She pushes all of them too much, and they can't take it. Angel included.