[Belated happy birthday wishes to
knullabulla and
ladystarlightsj . I didn't forget guys, I just didn't know. Been offline more or less most of the week - with just enough time to write and run.
March? Nasty month. Happy it's gone. Hoping April is better. So far, not so much. But we're only in the first two days of it.]
My drabble continues ...and thanks for the comments. I appear to have a little group of readers (okay five or six by the responses...)but what the hey. It's nice to have readers. May be why I've been writing this drabble this week instead of my own tale. It's been a nasty two weeks and I've been comforting myself. Some people drink. Some smoke. Some eat sweets and cookies. Me? I write a fanfic drabble online. Partly because with the way my tummy has been behaving, I really can't do the other stuff. I want iced brownies. But my stomach tells me not to even think about it. ie. "You want to end up back in Long Island College Hospital Emergency Room? Nope, thought not. Behave!"
"So," she began, watching him dip a chocolat chip cookie into his coco as if he were conducting a complex surgical procedure. "I always wondered, what is your last name? I mean you must have one or how would you set up a bank account or sign a contract on the house..." She drifted off catching his look of bewilderment. "Sorry, that was an awfully nosey question, wasn't it? Sounded a bit like Anya there. Or Faith. Possibly been spending way too much time with Faith."
He laughed. Short. More of a snort really. Almost spitting out some his coco as he did it. "Don't know, it's an honest question. We, Liam and I, certainly get asked it a lot." He chuckled, setting down the coco and she noticed there was laughter in his eyes. "Connor was the last time - wanted to know what Liam's and Darla's bleeding last name's were so he could hunt down the descendants. Find his biological family. Made for an awfully awkward Thanksgiving dinner chat. Ole Liam kept changing the topic, Connor kept changing it back. At one point the old man asked me for help."
"What did you tell him?"
He grinned. "Oh, I figured Liam was doing fine on his own. Sides, I was curious to hear the answer."
"And?"
"That there weren't any bloody descendants to look up, he and Darla had eaten them all when they were all fangy and nasty, like. So why'd it bleeding matter what his last name was? See, told you, not exactly best Thanksgiving chat." He sighed. Took a sip of the coco. "Liam and I, we don't remember our last names, not the ones we were born with. When we were turned? The demon hated everything associated with that old life - including our names. Shat on it. Right proper. After 100 or so years? You tend to forget them. Only reason we remembered our Christian names - is we used them amongst ourselves from time to time. Usually as a curse."
"Now it's the opposite..."
"Come again?"
She shook head, not realizing she'd spoken aloud. "So what do you use as a last name?"
He shrugged. " I used to use Spike, until well, I realized I couldn't..bear it and Charles Gunn offered to let me use his. We made it legal
last year...Annie made all sorts of jokes about it too."
"So it's Will Gunn?" Her eyes scanned his shelves again without thinking.
He smiled at her. "You won't find my writing up there, so don't bother looking. Nothing published quite yet. All in process. And yep, Will Gunn, his gift to me, one I'm not sure I can repay."
"And Angel..."
"Angel."
"What?"
"He uses Angel, when he has to." He chuckled."Yep, Liam Angel, doesn't quite have the same rhythm to it as Will Spike or Will Gunn, does it?"
"Uh, no."
"Connor thinks he should just take his last name which is O' something, always forget those bleeding Irish names. Can never keep them straight. O' this and O' that. But Liam he likes it. Has no sense of poetry, the old man. Completely
tone death, rhyme death...ugh. Fucking Barry Manilow, man. But he can draw like nobody's business. Quite the artist when it comes to visuals. Me? I like the sounds of things. The rhythm. He's all about the visuals. The look of it. Most of the design here? Liam and a little bit of Annie."
[Time for lunch besides, got stuck again.]
March? Nasty month. Happy it's gone. Hoping April is better. So far, not so much. But we're only in the first two days of it.]
My drabble continues ...and thanks for the comments. I appear to have a little group of readers (okay five or six by the responses...)but what the hey. It's nice to have readers. May be why I've been writing this drabble this week instead of my own tale. It's been a nasty two weeks and I've been comforting myself. Some people drink. Some smoke. Some eat sweets and cookies. Me? I write a fanfic drabble online. Partly because with the way my tummy has been behaving, I really can't do the other stuff. I want iced brownies. But my stomach tells me not to even think about it. ie. "You want to end up back in Long Island College Hospital Emergency Room? Nope, thought not. Behave!"
"So," she began, watching him dip a chocolat chip cookie into his coco as if he were conducting a complex surgical procedure. "I always wondered, what is your last name? I mean you must have one or how would you set up a bank account or sign a contract on the house..." She drifted off catching his look of bewilderment. "Sorry, that was an awfully nosey question, wasn't it? Sounded a bit like Anya there. Or Faith. Possibly been spending way too much time with Faith."
He laughed. Short. More of a snort really. Almost spitting out some his coco as he did it. "Don't know, it's an honest question. We, Liam and I, certainly get asked it a lot." He chuckled, setting down the coco and she noticed there was laughter in his eyes. "Connor was the last time - wanted to know what Liam's and Darla's bleeding last name's were so he could hunt down the descendants. Find his biological family. Made for an awfully awkward Thanksgiving dinner chat. Ole Liam kept changing the topic, Connor kept changing it back. At one point the old man asked me for help."
"What did you tell him?"
He grinned. "Oh, I figured Liam was doing fine on his own. Sides, I was curious to hear the answer."
"And?"
"That there weren't any bloody descendants to look up, he and Darla had eaten them all when they were all fangy and nasty, like. So why'd it bleeding matter what his last name was? See, told you, not exactly best Thanksgiving chat." He sighed. Took a sip of the coco. "Liam and I, we don't remember our last names, not the ones we were born with. When we were turned? The demon hated everything associated with that old life - including our names. Shat on it. Right proper. After 100 or so years? You tend to forget them. Only reason we remembered our Christian names - is we used them amongst ourselves from time to time. Usually as a curse."
"Now it's the opposite..."
"Come again?"
She shook head, not realizing she'd spoken aloud. "So what do you use as a last name?"
He shrugged. " I used to use Spike, until well, I realized I couldn't..bear it and Charles Gunn offered to let me use his. We made it legal
last year...Annie made all sorts of jokes about it too."
"So it's Will Gunn?" Her eyes scanned his shelves again without thinking.
He smiled at her. "You won't find my writing up there, so don't bother looking. Nothing published quite yet. All in process. And yep, Will Gunn, his gift to me, one I'm not sure I can repay."
"And Angel..."
"Angel."
"What?"
"He uses Angel, when he has to." He chuckled."Yep, Liam Angel, doesn't quite have the same rhythm to it as Will Spike or Will Gunn, does it?"
"Uh, no."
"Connor thinks he should just take his last name which is O' something, always forget those bleeding Irish names. Can never keep them straight. O' this and O' that. But Liam he likes it. Has no sense of poetry, the old man. Completely
tone death, rhyme death...ugh. Fucking Barry Manilow, man. But he can draw like nobody's business. Quite the artist when it comes to visuals. Me? I like the sounds of things. The rhythm. He's all about the visuals. The look of it. Most of the design here? Liam and a little bit of Annie."
[Time for lunch besides, got stuck again.]
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