Gwen drabble for open_on_sunday

I haven't done one of these in ages. Prompt: play. Gwen, in 100 words.


Whoever dies with the most toys wins.

Not a game she particularly wanted to play, but you have to have something to get up for each morning.

She doesn’t make friends; it’s hard, if you never learned the trick as a child because who befriends a freak? She’s had a few lovers, but condoms are one thing; full-body coverings are another. Eventually the lack of touch, of skin on skin, drives them away.

She’ll never have children. She can’t risk it. She’s not sure what would be worse: that they’d share her…talent, or that they wouldn’t.

So, she’s a thief.

shiny pretty thing

A couple of months ago, katekat1010 made a beautiful movie-poster style piece of art for my Spike/Xander story "Every Claim You Stake" (which I now realize contains no actual staking or claiming, huh) as part of her incredible contribution to spring_with_xan. I have only just gotten around to uploading it and adding it to the story post, but thought I should show it off here! Thanks so much, Katekat. :)

( Pretty! )