B/G Drabbles Part 4 of 5

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And four more.

Guilt

It weighed heavy on her mind. The last words they’d said were in anger. She tried to focus on the fight ahead, but kept coming back to her feelings of guilt.

She should feel angry at him, he was only trying to do his job as her Watcher. But she knew there was more. She couldn’t tell him how she felt, he’d try to stop her from this fight.

When the answer came, the guilt multiplied. He’d blame himself. But she couldn’t help him, she had to save the world, again.

As she fell, all she could feel was guilt.

 

Water

How many times had he flown over that long stretch of water? Too many for too many reasons. He had come to meet his Slayer, his destiny. He had left when she died, returned when she lived only to leave again when she refused to see him as an equal.

Over and over, bringing Potentials to that place. Once more to reorganize the Council. She had come to him once. Now he would make this one last trip, never again to cross that vast expanse of water. He would not miss the journey.

He came to make her his wife.

 

Books

There had always been books in his life. From the adventures of Winnie the Pooh his mother had read, to the works of Dickens he devoured as a teen.

Books had brought him to Eyghon and to pain and death.

Books had brought him to Sunnydale and to his Slayer and destiny.

A book had prophesized her death. It was the first time he’d doubted the written word.

Books had told him her sister should die. Books had brought her back to life.

A book bound them together for life. Books brought joy to him again.

“Read to me, Daddy.”

 

Tea

It was a ritual that soothed him.

It was a ritual she had mocked.

Now both relied on it as a tradition, a bonding experience that brought memories both sad and happy.

The filling of the kettle, the silence as it came to a boil, the soft subtle whistle when it did. The steeping, the pouring, the quiet of holding a mug in your hands and the scent drifting upwards.

He had taught her the ritual one quiet night and now she embraced it as her own. It was one of many things they shared now as husband and wife.