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lily_lovely) wrote2009-01-14 07:57 pm
lily_lovely) wrote2009-01-14 07:57 pm
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HAIKU: "All That's Left" (BtVS, Ensemble)
Title: All That's Left
Fandom: BtVS
Character/Pairing: Ensemble
Genre: Poetry, Angst
Rating: PG
Warnings (highlight to see): **Buffy's S5 death**
Disclaimer
Summary: After Buffy dies in Season Five, what's left?
Word Count: 193
X-Posted: n/a
Beta: None.
A/N: This is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
velvetwhip's birthday. I wasn't planning on writing anything, cause I didn't know it was her birthday, but then Snowy and Kitty wrote stuff, and then Snowy posted her death haiku, and I was like, "You should write characters reactions to deaths in haiku!" And then she suggested I could do it, and I figured haiku would be easy enough to whip together unbeta'd. Which they (sort of) were.
I'm not sure at all if you'll like this, but, er, it's the thought that counts? Happy birthday, Gabrielle. ^-^
And I think I'm planning on doing some sort of Ats sequel, either with their reactions to Buffy's death or their reactions to another character's death. Cause haiku are fun. Thoughts?
All That's Left
Xander
He sees her die; it's
like watching his own heart break.
He feels so alone.
It's not enough to
know that it was for the world.
Her death can't be good.
Willow
One, two girls saved, and
millions of others. Triumph
melts into terror.
Nothing is worth it
when all that she hears is blood.
Her friend's loss rings deep.
Giles
Every Slayer has
a calling: to give death where
they must. And receive.
But this was Buffy,
no ordinary girl meant
for a simple fall.
Spike
He doesn't feel how
he thought he would. There's no deep
anger or sorrow.
All he can see is
her body; lifeless as dust.
Now he's lifeless, too.
Dawn
Now she's all alone.
Why does it have to be like
this? No one can stay.
The worst part about
fearing solitude is that
you can't avoid it.
Tara
She's safe now; back where
she belongs. But not Buffy.
The heroine's gone.
She feels a flash of
insight: deep, primal. They won't
survive without her.
Anya
Xander carries her.
She feels weary; there's nothing
left in her to use.
She tries to picture
a Buffy-less world. She can't
see the way of it.
END
Fandom: BtVS
Character/Pairing: Ensemble
Genre: Poetry, Angst
Rating: PG
Warnings (highlight to see): **Buffy's S5 death**
Disclaimer
Summary: After Buffy dies in Season Five, what's left?
Word Count: 193
X-Posted: n/a
Beta: None.
A/N: This is for
velvetwhip's birthday. I wasn't planning on writing anything, I'm not sure at all if you'll like this, but, er, it's the thought that counts? Happy birthday, Gabrielle. ^-^
And I think I'm planning on doing some sort of Ats sequel, either with their reactions to Buffy's death or their reactions to another character's death. Cause haiku are fun. Thoughts?
All That's Left
Xander
He sees her die; it's
like watching his own heart break.
He feels so alone.
It's not enough to
know that it was for the world.
Her death can't be good.
Willow
One, two girls saved, and
millions of others. Triumph
melts into terror.
Nothing is worth it
when all that she hears is blood.
Her friend's loss rings deep.
Giles
Every Slayer has
a calling: to give death where
they must. And receive.
But this was Buffy,
no ordinary girl meant
for a simple fall.
Spike
He doesn't feel how
he thought he would. There's no deep
anger or sorrow.
All he can see is
her body; lifeless as dust.
Now he's lifeless, too.
Dawn
Now she's all alone.
Why does it have to be like
this? No one can stay.
The worst part about
fearing solitude is that
you can't avoid it.
Tara
She's safe now; back where
she belongs. But not Buffy.
The heroine's gone.
She feels a flash of
insight: deep, primal. They won't
survive without her.
Anya
Xander carries her.
She feels weary; there's nothing
left in her to use.
She tries to picture
a Buffy-less world. She can't
see the way of it.
END