Couple of Double Drabbles
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giles_shorts ! Not only that, littleotter73 but and I have started a Giles related Tumbler blog, for all your Giles visual needs. So, I clearly am not sully immersed in the Giles fandom. This month's theme over at Giles Shorts has been "Giles's Record Collection" with additional prompts and sub-prompts each week. I wound up writing these two double drabbles as a result.
Title: Two Lost Souls
Word Count: 200
Giles's Record Collection Prompt: "Wish You Were Here" (Pink Floyd)
Notes: Set post-series. In case it's not obvious, the song playing was "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd.
It was just another night out at the pub. Nothing special. The usual bunch Watchers and Senior Slayers unwinding, having a drink and a chat. Tonight, at least for the moment, it wasn’t so loud that you couldn’t hear the music playing in the background.
Giles froze at the opening bars, which caught Buffy’s attention from the corner of her eye. She watched as he quietly made his way over to a nearby sofa and sat down. Pulled into himself.
She knew the song too. Knew he must be thinking of someone that he had lost and, God, he had lost so many people along the way. He could be thinking about anyone, honestly. But it didn’t matter if it was somebody she had never met. She wasn’t going to leave him alone with his pain.
She slipped down next to him and rested her head on his shoulder. Instantly, his arm came around her, pulling her close, and he planted a fervent kiss on her head. Blinking back tears, she wrapped her arms around him and held back just as tightly.
They sat like that long after the song ended, as the party continued to swirl around them unaware.
Title: He Has His Reasons
Author: Quaggy
Word Count: 200
Giles's Record Collection Prompt: "I Found a Reason" (Velvet Underground)
Notes: Crossed posted on my journal and over here on AO3.
It wasn’t easy returning to the Council fold. The snide remarks. The smug looks. Not to mention, the outright hostility.
“Honestly, right now, the only thing keeping me going is pure obstinacy. That and not wanting to disappoint Gran,” he confessed to his parents on a visit home.
“There are worse reasons, Rupert,” his mother said gently.
“Not disappointing my mother is a bloody good reason, if you ask me,” his father interjected. His wife shot him a glare.
“If I might continue?” she asked.
“Yes, dear. Sorry,” her husband replied, contritely, as her son bit back a grin. His mum and gran were the only people he knew who could keep his dad in line.
“Rupert, my darling, don’t lose heart,” his mother continued, taking his hand. “Remember that someday you are going to find not just reasons to keep going, but the reason that will make it all worth it. I promise you will.”
“Thanks, Mum.” The thought did help. (Though he wouldn’t truly understand what she meant until the day he’d met Buffy Summers, someone beyond his current ability to imagine.) “I just wish it’d happen soon.”
“Well, in the meantime, there’s always blackmail,” his father offered.
giles_shorts ! Not only that, littleotter73 but and I have started a Giles related Tumbler blog, for all your Giles visual needs. So, I clearly am not sully immersed in the Giles fandom. This month's theme over at Giles Shorts has been "Giles's Record Collection" with additional prompts and sub-prompts each week. I wound up writing these two double drabbles as a result.Title: Two Lost Souls
Word Count: 200
Giles's Record Collection Prompt: "Wish You Were Here" (Pink Floyd)
Notes: Set post-series. In case it's not obvious, the song playing was "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd.
It was just another night out at the pub. Nothing special. The usual bunch Watchers and Senior Slayers unwinding, having a drink and a chat. Tonight, at least for the moment, it wasn’t so loud that you couldn’t hear the music playing in the background.
Giles froze at the opening bars, which caught Buffy’s attention from the corner of her eye. She watched as he quietly made his way over to a nearby sofa and sat down. Pulled into himself.
She knew the song too. Knew he must be thinking of someone that he had lost and, God, he had lost so many people along the way. He could be thinking about anyone, honestly. But it didn’t matter if it was somebody she had never met. She wasn’t going to leave him alone with his pain.
She slipped down next to him and rested her head on his shoulder. Instantly, his arm came around her, pulling her close, and he planted a fervent kiss on her head. Blinking back tears, she wrapped her arms around him and held back just as tightly.
They sat like that long after the song ended, as the party continued to swirl around them unaware.
Title: He Has His Reasons
Author: Quaggy
Word Count: 200
Giles's Record Collection Prompt: "I Found a Reason" (Velvet Underground)
Notes: Crossed posted on my journal and over here on AO3.
It wasn’t easy returning to the Council fold. The snide remarks. The smug looks. Not to mention, the outright hostility.
“Honestly, right now, the only thing keeping me going is pure obstinacy. That and not wanting to disappoint Gran,” he confessed to his parents on a visit home.
“There are worse reasons, Rupert,” his mother said gently.
“Not disappointing my mother is a bloody good reason, if you ask me,” his father interjected. His wife shot him a glare.
“If I might continue?” she asked.
“Yes, dear. Sorry,” her husband replied, contritely, as her son bit back a grin. His mum and gran were the only people he knew who could keep his dad in line.
“Rupert, my darling, don’t lose heart,” his mother continued, taking his hand. “Remember that someday you are going to find not just reasons to keep going, but the reason that will make it all worth it. I promise you will.”
“Thanks, Mum.” The thought did help. (Though he wouldn’t truly understand what she meant until the day he’d met Buffy Summers, someone beyond his current ability to imagine.) “I just wish it’d happen soon.”
“Well, in the meantime, there’s always blackmail,” his father offered.
