Fun with metaphor....

[fenderlove]

Okay, I'm still working on my Shakespearean Comedies paper which is due tomorrow at 10... I have 12 hours to write 5 pages. Why can't I write a damn thing? I like know all three plays (Midsummer Night's Dream, As You Like It, and Twelfth Night) by heart. I want to write about the twin dynamics, but I'm stuck... Grr. So to make myself feel better. I dreamed up a little interlude between myself, Angel, and Spike using all sorts of literary metaphors because I'm a loser... and I enjoy annoying Spike and Angel. God, this makes no sense. My brain no longer functions probably, and this is the result!

Angel: *to Fender* Stop looking at me like that. I'm not in love with Spike.

Fender: *pouts* But he's the Ganymede to your Jove! The Sebastian to your Antonio! The Gambit to your Wolverine!

Spike: *enters* Why am I not Wolverine?

Angel: She's babbling on about us being in love with one another, which is SO not the case, and all you care about is that you're not the one with steel claws.

Spike: They're made out of adamantium. Show some respect. What's this about me and the Great Poof bein' all googly-eyed for each other?

Fender: *to Spike* You're his Padaika!

Angel: My what?

Spike: *gruffly* I'm not a Padaika, you silly bint... and even if I was, I wouldn't be his. That's for bloody certain.

Angel: *confused face #473* What's a Padaika?

Fender: *happily* Your Eromenos! You're the Erastes; he's your beloved.

Spike: She means she thinks I'm your boy lover...

Angel: Really? 'Cause that made the kind of sense only Dru would understand.

Fender: *in her own happy fangirlish bubble o' spangel* Cousins you may seem, but cousins are you not.

Spike: Yes, luv, we all saw Troy...

Angel: So... she really does think we're... partners?

Spike: No, she thinks we're fuck buddies.

Fender: *glomps Spike* Out of the mouths of babes!