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sabinelagrandeTitle: Peace
Summary: A little respite before it all goes wrong.
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 135
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: Spike/Faye
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30_kisses. I'm down to 4 more fics on this claim. Eep! This takes place in that oh-so-iconic scene in Boogie Woogie Feng Shui when Spike and Faye have been kicked out to smoke by the water. How I love that scene.
There are moments of peace between them. It’s not exactly a cease fire, not just a détente.
The waves lap against the pier. Spike passes Faye his lighter; her face is haloed for just a moment. She passes it back, and there is silence.
It’s a kind of communion, really. The smoke rises softly into the air, drifting quietly out to sea.
Later, the sea seems to whisper, much later. Later, there will be screaming and tears and kisses that burn. There is always time, it says, always, always time.
Faye’s cigarette is finished first. She drops it and grinds it into the wood, singeing the scarred dock. Yet, she doesn’t move, somehow transfixed.
Spike slides another cigarette out of his pocket and hands it to her. She lights it, and the sun slowly sets.
Summary: A little respite before it all goes wrong.
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 135
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: Spike/Faye
A/N: For
30_kisses. I'm down to 4 more fics on this claim. Eep! This takes place in that oh-so-iconic scene in Boogie Woogie Feng Shui when Spike and Faye have been kicked out to smoke by the water. How I love that scene.There are moments of peace between them. It’s not exactly a cease fire, not just a détente.
The waves lap against the pier. Spike passes Faye his lighter; her face is haloed for just a moment. She passes it back, and there is silence.
It’s a kind of communion, really. The smoke rises softly into the air, drifting quietly out to sea.
Later, the sea seems to whisper, much later. Later, there will be screaming and tears and kisses that burn. There is always time, it says, always, always time.
Faye’s cigarette is finished first. She drops it and grinds it into the wood, singeing the scarred dock. Yet, she doesn’t move, somehow transfixed.
Spike slides another cigarette out of his pocket and hands it to her. She lights it, and the sun slowly sets.
