red wolf (redwolf) wrote,
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Rhapsody

RhapsodyDawn never would have thoughts that words could be so erotic. Rich, evocative language that painted her with flowers and heavenly hosts.

Years ago, she'd cornered Angel and managed to wheedle out the information that Spike had once been William, a poet of little talent. She'd never managed to find any of his earlier work to know if Angel was lying about Spike's ability.

As Spike continued to serenade her with sweet words, she wondered if perhaps he'd improved in the course of his many years or maybe he'd just never had the right muse to inspire him to greatness.


open_on_sundaychallenge #64: poetry
Part of the Hand!verse
Tags: dawn summers, fan fiction, fiction, hand, spike
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