Disclaimer: Joss owns every last person, place and thing in this world. I'm just a pirate that came and played with his booty.
Summary: A little haiku of the moments of meetings. 100 words to catch the eye, and start unraveling the universe. It's a pity dear old Maggie isn't here to warn the Blues what they're waking when they mess with a slayer.
Notes: A little part of me is tempted to open the verse up to others playing with it, and another part of me wants to keep updating little chapterlets at a time. Votes for either of these in reviews will be looked at. As is, expect longish chapters at a very slow pace.
River watched as the blond girl paced. From the edge nearer her clear composite cell to the far end with the drain, punching her hands bloody, till the flashes when her face wasn’t pretty anymore. She watched silent, always silent, she only twitched when the woman snarled out a scream. The blue gloves on the dial knew how much was too much.
The waves of deadly light were never enough.
River hoped, that someday soon, the dial would slip. Maybe the woman would stop screaming and snarling about the Dawn. Didn’t she know the sun; was a terrible blue thing?