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BtVS: "A Night to Remember" (4/?)
For the record, this fic is almost entirely notebooked (or at least this plot arc is--I have to decide whether I want to continue it past that point or not), so you don't really have to worry about whether or not I'll finish it.
Title: A Night to Remember (4/?)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Xander, Faith, Kennedy, Dawn, and OC's
Summary: Madelyn Summer's prom night.
Maddy and Persephone return later that afternoon with immaculate manicures and their hair elaborately styled. Xander thinks Madelyn is beautiful no matter how she does her hair, of course, but he can appreciate the artistry. The effect is a little incongruous considering both women are still wearing blue jeans, though.
The two of them go into Persephone's room to put on their gowns, which leaves Xander alone to put on his tux. It's the sixth time he's ever worn one, a number which spans three weddings (two of them his, but only one of those successful), two proms (counting this one), and one Halloween. Still, there's something awkward about the elaborate garment, something that's just not him. Much of what Dawn and Giles do is fight evil by attending parties wearing outfits like this one (for Giles) or the ones Maddy and Persephone will be putting on in the next room (for Dawn), but he's always favored a more down to earth approach: traveling across Africa in a t-shirt and kakhi shorts.
He's gotten on and in the right place everything except for the bowtie, which just won't tie correctly, so he sits down on the hotel bed and flips on the television while he waits for Madelyn and Persephone. He's not watched must television since he's got back from the dead, and it's a surreal experience watching all the actors he recognizes be suddenly twenty older--and many of them worse for the wear.
He's about to turn the channel on Lindsay Lohan's talk show when Madelyn and Persephone re-enter in their dresses. Each of them is stunning. Madelyn in particular is gorgeous (although admittedly he is biased) in a strapless cerulean ballgown with full skirt which contrasts sharply with the fiery red of her hair. She moves with an easy grace, comfortable in the formal attire like someone who's been attending Watcher Galas since she was six, who has been to state dinners and danced with the eldest son of the Prince of Wales.
Persephone, on the other hand, seems distinctly awkward. This is the vampire who wears corsets as casualwear (then again, he's heard what her corsetiere charges; they'd better be comfortable), who must have worn plenty of elaborate costumes over the centuries in her position as Dark Queen of Azthorak. Still, teenaged formalwear seems to have defeated her entirely.
Which is not to say that her dress isn't beautiful, or she in it, however uncomfortable she may seem. It's a dark, earthy red, the color of the fabric playing off her darker Mediterranean complexion.
If he looks closely, he can tell they're both wearing makeup by comparing Maddy's face to the one permanently emblazoned in his memory. The effects are subtle, otherwise unnoticeable.
Maddy crosses to him, steady on her high heels, and ties his bowtie effortlessly. Persephone follows after her, stumbling slightly even with her vampire agility, and Xander can't help but laugh, prompting Persephone's "I've killed men for less than that" glare. "I haven't worn shoes like these in almost two hundred years. We have to dance in these?"
Madelyn shrugs. "You'll be able to take them off if you want,"
"Or you could just do that mist thing," Xander offers.
Persephone rolls her eyes.
Maddy glances at the clock. "The limo'll be here in fifteen minutes," she informs the room.
Persephone sits down on the bed and kicks off her shoes.
Continued here.
Title: A Night to Remember (4/?)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Xander, Faith, Kennedy, Dawn, and OC's
Summary: Madelyn Summer's prom night.
Maddy and Persephone return later that afternoon with immaculate manicures and their hair elaborately styled. Xander thinks Madelyn is beautiful no matter how she does her hair, of course, but he can appreciate the artistry. The effect is a little incongruous considering both women are still wearing blue jeans, though.
The two of them go into Persephone's room to put on their gowns, which leaves Xander alone to put on his tux. It's the sixth time he's ever worn one, a number which spans three weddings (two of them his, but only one of those successful), two proms (counting this one), and one Halloween. Still, there's something awkward about the elaborate garment, something that's just not him. Much of what Dawn and Giles do is fight evil by attending parties wearing outfits like this one (for Giles) or the ones Maddy and Persephone will be putting on in the next room (for Dawn), but he's always favored a more down to earth approach: traveling across Africa in a t-shirt and kakhi shorts.
He's gotten on and in the right place everything except for the bowtie, which just won't tie correctly, so he sits down on the hotel bed and flips on the television while he waits for Madelyn and Persephone. He's not watched must television since he's got back from the dead, and it's a surreal experience watching all the actors he recognizes be suddenly twenty older--and many of them worse for the wear.
He's about to turn the channel on Lindsay Lohan's talk show when Madelyn and Persephone re-enter in their dresses. Each of them is stunning. Madelyn in particular is gorgeous (although admittedly he is biased) in a strapless cerulean ballgown with full skirt which contrasts sharply with the fiery red of her hair. She moves with an easy grace, comfortable in the formal attire like someone who's been attending Watcher Galas since she was six, who has been to state dinners and danced with the eldest son of the Prince of Wales.
Persephone, on the other hand, seems distinctly awkward. This is the vampire who wears corsets as casualwear (then again, he's heard what her corsetiere charges; they'd better be comfortable), who must have worn plenty of elaborate costumes over the centuries in her position as Dark Queen of Azthorak. Still, teenaged formalwear seems to have defeated her entirely.
Which is not to say that her dress isn't beautiful, or she in it, however uncomfortable she may seem. It's a dark, earthy red, the color of the fabric playing off her darker Mediterranean complexion.
If he looks closely, he can tell they're both wearing makeup by comparing Maddy's face to the one permanently emblazoned in his memory. The effects are subtle, otherwise unnoticeable.
Maddy crosses to him, steady on her high heels, and ties his bowtie effortlessly. Persephone follows after her, stumbling slightly even with her vampire agility, and Xander can't help but laugh, prompting Persephone's "I've killed men for less than that" glare. "I haven't worn shoes like these in almost two hundred years. We have to dance in these?"
Madelyn shrugs. "You'll be able to take them off if you want,"
"Or you could just do that mist thing," Xander offers.
Persephone rolls her eyes.
Maddy glances at the clock. "The limo'll be here in fifteen minutes," she informs the room.
Persephone sits down on the bed and kicks off her shoes.
Continued here.