random confession
Feb. 7th, 2007 08:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
samsomI have never seen Oz as a sexual person.
Not even a little bit.
When I see him in smut!fic, I get this little "really? him?" buzz in my head, and I've read some incredibly well written smut in which he's a star. I just...I dunno, I just never have. And I think it might have something to do with his build - smallish, sort of wiry.
This isn't a bashing thing, either. I *like* Oz, and a part of me will always ship him with Willow *old skool love*. I get thrilled when he exhibits interest in something because yay, he emotes. Kind of.
Having said that, I'm sort of marveling that my first drabblish ficlet was about Oz. Back in the sands of time, when I went by another name, posting something like five or six pieces of fic including this one, and then went all the way offline for two years.
It's raw, it's old, but it's mine so I'm claiming it here.
Title: Minus Human
Rated: R
Disclaimer: Oz isn't mine, neither is the universe he resides in.
She's coming, rising from the horizon like a goddess from the tides.
He cannot resist her pull.
When everything else falls away, his family and his friends, college and his band.
//the only one he'll ever love his whole life long//
She comes to him, and embraces him with her silver light. There in the darkness of the trees and the open fields, he comes to her naked and willing, a supplicant at her altar. She accepts him, in all of his forms, and he worships her. Howls his devotion even as he drops to his knees and the pain of change overcomes him.
Her devoted, eternal slave.
He rises, reborn, and howls his joy to her.
~~
Feel free to be completely honest.
Not even a little bit.
When I see him in smut!fic, I get this little "really? him?" buzz in my head, and I've read some incredibly well written smut in which he's a star. I just...I dunno, I just never have. And I think it might have something to do with his build - smallish, sort of wiry.
This isn't a bashing thing, either. I *like* Oz, and a part of me will always ship him with Willow *old skool love*. I get thrilled when he exhibits interest in something because yay, he emotes. Kind of.
Having said that, I'm sort of marveling that my first drabblish ficlet was about Oz. Back in the sands of time, when I went by another name, posting something like five or six pieces of fic including this one, and then went all the way offline for two years.
It's raw, it's old, but it's mine so I'm claiming it here.
Title: Minus Human
Rated: R
Disclaimer: Oz isn't mine, neither is the universe he resides in.
She's coming, rising from the horizon like a goddess from the tides.
He cannot resist her pull.
When everything else falls away, his family and his friends, college and his band.
//the only one he'll ever love his whole life long//
She comes to him, and embraces him with her silver light. There in the darkness of the trees and the open fields, he comes to her naked and willing, a supplicant at her altar. She accepts him, in all of his forms, and he worships her. Howls his devotion even as he drops to his knees and the pain of change overcomes him.
Her devoted, eternal slave.
He rises, reborn, and howls his joy to her.
~~
Feel free to be completely honest.
