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It's not really the wolf, you know?
That urge, after a night of drawing-scribbling-sketching and no sleep until the project's turned in, to kill the neighbour when he starts using his power tools right beneath my open window, to make Amanda's high, whiny kid-voice stop, to fight back-- no holds barred-- when Jill goes passive-aggressive on me.
Okay--
now, I want to tear out their throats instead of whacking the neighbour with his tool kit, stapling Amanda's mouth shut, or screaming every bit of my mind at my sister. But, Angel, that's just the how --
what 's beneath is just *me*.
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Thanks to darcydodo for her nifty Native Speaker Check of a drabble I wrote, on and off, in less than an hour. Not my best work, I guess, but doyle_sb4 was so desperately looking for Nina!Fic that I just had to contribute to the happiness of one of my favourite authors.
I have this idea in my head: characters like liquored cherries in white chocolate: light on the outside, dark and potent inside. Or vice versa, of course-- Spike'd have a center of cream and different shades of nougat, rolled in dark chocolate. & ;-)
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