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The Girl Next Door by Margot Le Faye (PG)
Fandom: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER / ANGEL: THE SERIES
Pairing: Buffy/Angel
Length: 1300 words
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margotlefaye
Author Website: Margot's Femfic
Why this must be read: A Buffy/Angel reunion, as seen by near-strangers. The tarot card theme is a great touch (even if you know nothing about tarot), especially in light of the role of prophecies and so forth throughout the Buffyverse, not to mention Drusilla. This short fic shows how they might settle in together, in something resembling a simple, happy ending.
She’s friendly enough, exchanging pleasantries in the elevator, or in the basement laundry room, or at the corner store, if you run into her. When the kids come to her door on Halloween, there’s a large bowl of good chocolates for them to dive into, scary/funny decorations visible in her entry way. But, no one’s been invited in past the entryway, and she hasn’t crossed the threshold of anyone else’s apartment in all the years she’s been here. Seven? Eight?
We don’t know what she does for a living, but her night job pays enough for her to afford the kind of exorbitant rent you find in New York, and keep her in trendy clothing, killer shoes, and fabulous make-up. And, no, she’s not that kind of working girl. She doesn’t dress, talk, look, act like one, and the few men who visit are clearly friends and family.
She used to date, when she first moved in. Everyone remembers the aristocratic-looking Italian who was a frequent visitor her first year. Mrs. DiDonato who has the apartment across the hall thinks it’s a shame nothing ever came of that. She also thinks it’s a good thing nothing ever came of the other one, the blond Brit who still comes around, now and then, but never alone.
There’s a sister who visits, but lives somewhere overseas. London, perhaps, or Paris. An older, male visitor, who might be her father. After all, some people do call their parents by their first names.
But mainly, it is only her, alone in the apartment in New York. One of millions of single women. Which is a shame, because she’s such a pretty girl.
The Girl Next Door
Pairing: Buffy/Angel
Length: 1300 words
Author on LJ:
margotlefayeAuthor Website: Margot's Femfic
Why this must be read: A Buffy/Angel reunion, as seen by near-strangers. The tarot card theme is a great touch (even if you know nothing about tarot), especially in light of the role of prophecies and so forth throughout the Buffyverse, not to mention Drusilla. This short fic shows how they might settle in together, in something resembling a simple, happy ending.
She’s friendly enough, exchanging pleasantries in the elevator, or in the basement laundry room, or at the corner store, if you run into her. When the kids come to her door on Halloween, there’s a large bowl of good chocolates for them to dive into, scary/funny decorations visible in her entry way. But, no one’s been invited in past the entryway, and she hasn’t crossed the threshold of anyone else’s apartment in all the years she’s been here. Seven? Eight?
We don’t know what she does for a living, but her night job pays enough for her to afford the kind of exorbitant rent you find in New York, and keep her in trendy clothing, killer shoes, and fabulous make-up. And, no, she’s not that kind of working girl. She doesn’t dress, talk, look, act like one, and the few men who visit are clearly friends and family.
She used to date, when she first moved in. Everyone remembers the aristocratic-looking Italian who was a frequent visitor her first year. Mrs. DiDonato who has the apartment across the hall thinks it’s a shame nothing ever came of that. She also thinks it’s a good thing nothing ever came of the other one, the blond Brit who still comes around, now and then, but never alone.
There’s a sister who visits, but lives somewhere overseas. London, perhaps, or Paris. An older, male visitor, who might be her father. After all, some people do call their parents by their first names.
But mainly, it is only her, alone in the apartment in New York. One of millions of single women. Which is a shame, because she’s such a pretty girl.
The Girl Next Door