One drabble I wrote for the episodic prompt over at
still_grrr. Both PG.
Disclamair: All characters, images, and refrences belong to Joss, FOX & Mutant Enemy. All bow before Joss.

Title: Illyria's Lament
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Prompt: 42 Once More With Feeling
Characters/Pairing: Illyria
Disclamaire: I don't own any of these characters. All hail joss.
A/N: Shifting Dawn's very brief "singing" scene over to LA, this takes place in the beginning of Power Play(5x21)
Sterile white walls surround me, people brushing past with no regard for my presence. How could I come to such a place, this fate worse than any other imaginable. And it... bothers me. The actions of these lowly creatures. Unthinkable, intolerable, yet I can do nothing but tolerate it. My powers depleted, everything I was stripped, caged by my limitations. Still, they do not acknowledge me. He does not acknowledge me. A twinge of something that ought not be there, my treacherous lips parting, vocally expressing what I seek to keep hidden.
"Does anybody even notice? Does anybody even care?"
Disclamair: All characters, images, and refrences belong to Joss, FOX & Mutant Enemy. All bow before Joss.

Title: Illyria's Lament
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Prompt: 42 Once More With Feeling
Characters/Pairing: Illyria
Disclamaire: I don't own any of these characters. All hail joss.
A/N: Shifting Dawn's very brief "singing" scene over to LA, this takes place in the beginning of Power Play(5x21)
Sterile white walls surround me, people brushing past with no regard for my presence. How could I come to such a place, this fate worse than any other imaginable. And it... bothers me. The actions of these lowly creatures. Unthinkable, intolerable, yet I can do nothing but tolerate it. My powers depleted, everything I was stripped, caged by my limitations. Still, they do not acknowledge me. He does not acknowledge me. A twinge of something that ought not be there, my treacherous lips parting, vocally expressing what I seek to keep hidden.
"Does anybody even notice? Does anybody even care?"
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4 miles to go | Did you hear me, Butterfly?
