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summer_of_giles2015-07-25 01:33 pm
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Entry tags:
Fic: Drabbles, Gen
I used a prompt table to inspire me for these drabbles.
You also inspired me to finish an old WIP, which I will post next.
Word count: 505
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own naught.
Mistakes
How do you know if a mistake is made until the consequences are not to your liking?
Have I made mistakes? It didn't seem so at the time. I advised., I guided. I watched. Yet things obviously went wrong. I'm left with a mystery and cadre of sorrowful –eyed teenagers who want to rid the world of monsters. They have courage but how sadly outmatched. They are not Chosen.
Is there precedent at Watchers Headquarters for putting vampire hunting on hiatus?
These are the thoughts one has after your Slayer has disappeared and they make your breakfast tea taste bitter.
Heartfelt
My training as a Watcher emphasized record keeping, journaling. I was to teach physical prowess and I was record the subsequent encounters my Slayer had with vampires.
Heartbreak wasn't mentioned.
A simple notation, Assignment terminated, marks the end of each Watcher's account since time immemorial.
It's strange that I should hear via Spike of the last moments of Chosen Ones. The last sigh, the burden relinquished. The victor's tale.
How can I see the girl's golden head bent over a dusty library book and not think of this?
If someday I write that terse remark, how do I go on?
Spirit
"Must you wear that ridiculous outfit to your training session?"
"First of all, not ridiculous. You're all about history, aren't you? Cheerleaders have history. They've been around for, for, well, a long time."
"Of course, forever in American terms. Why should a sports team need cheerleaders? One can show loyalty with a scarf in team colors worn on the day."
"We pump up the volume, Giles. Without us, it's just basketballs thumping on a wood floor. Wow, librarians hate enthusiasm, don't they?"
Giles sighed, "Why do I get dragged into these absurd discussions. Please change. Training will begin immediately."
Irresistible
For generations my family kept the world safe from vampires, the sporadic werewolf, and assorted demons from Hell.
What was emphasized was righteousness. We were dedicated, self-sacrificing. We were the light in a dark world.
The time came when I found that rather dull. And I began to wonder about the other side of the coin.
Why should I not delve into the power of magic? Control the shadowy forces instead of just putting up a good fight.
This change of heart had to do with meeting Ethan. I regret the aftermath of that. Probably not enough. If I'm honest.
Starlight
I remember the night sky when I was a child. I often spent my school holidays at my grandmother's home. We would stargaze, she spinning tales of heroes and gods whose deeds are spelled out in the sky. In the daytime she schooled me on the uses of the plants growing in her peaceful garden.
She was a former Watcher. I wonder now what thoughts she really had about the night. She, like I, sent her Slayer out into the shadows. She wrote her heroine's final chapter.
Under the city's dim stars, I wonder every night if mine will return.
You also inspired me to finish an old WIP, which I will post next.
Word count: 505
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own naught.
Mistakes
How do you know if a mistake is made until the consequences are not to your liking?
Have I made mistakes? It didn't seem so at the time. I advised., I guided. I watched. Yet things obviously went wrong. I'm left with a mystery and cadre of sorrowful –eyed teenagers who want to rid the world of monsters. They have courage but how sadly outmatched. They are not Chosen.
Is there precedent at Watchers Headquarters for putting vampire hunting on hiatus?
These are the thoughts one has after your Slayer has disappeared and they make your breakfast tea taste bitter.
Heartfelt
My training as a Watcher emphasized record keeping, journaling. I was to teach physical prowess and I was record the subsequent encounters my Slayer had with vampires.
Heartbreak wasn't mentioned.
A simple notation, Assignment terminated, marks the end of each Watcher's account since time immemorial.
It's strange that I should hear via Spike of the last moments of Chosen Ones. The last sigh, the burden relinquished. The victor's tale.
How can I see the girl's golden head bent over a dusty library book and not think of this?
If someday I write that terse remark, how do I go on?
Spirit
"Must you wear that ridiculous outfit to your training session?"
"First of all, not ridiculous. You're all about history, aren't you? Cheerleaders have history. They've been around for, for, well, a long time."
"Of course, forever in American terms. Why should a sports team need cheerleaders? One can show loyalty with a scarf in team colors worn on the day."
"We pump up the volume, Giles. Without us, it's just basketballs thumping on a wood floor. Wow, librarians hate enthusiasm, don't they?"
Giles sighed, "Why do I get dragged into these absurd discussions. Please change. Training will begin immediately."
Irresistible
For generations my family kept the world safe from vampires, the sporadic werewolf, and assorted demons from Hell.
What was emphasized was righteousness. We were dedicated, self-sacrificing. We were the light in a dark world.
The time came when I found that rather dull. And I began to wonder about the other side of the coin.
Why should I not delve into the power of magic? Control the shadowy forces instead of just putting up a good fight.
This change of heart had to do with meeting Ethan. I regret the aftermath of that. Probably not enough. If I'm honest.
Starlight
I remember the night sky when I was a child. I often spent my school holidays at my grandmother's home. We would stargaze, she spinning tales of heroes and gods whose deeds are spelled out in the sky. In the daytime she schooled me on the uses of the plants growing in her peaceful garden.
She was a former Watcher. I wonder now what thoughts she really had about the night. She, like I, sent her Slayer out into the shadows. She wrote her heroine's final chapter.
Under the city's dim stars, I wonder every night if mine will return.