Family challenge: two BtVS drabbles
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ashthedrabbleTwo 100-word drabbles about Giles, in response to the Family prompt.
Title:Calling
Pairing: none
Setting: pre-series
It was raining and there was a fire in the study the day Rupert turned ten and a half, the day after which nothing was the same.
He sat in the polished leather chair by the hearth, like one of Father's visitors from London, the ones Mum fussed about feeding, who always finished the fancy biscuits, leaving no leftovers for Rupert's tea. The leather stuck to the backs of his knees. Mum stood behind Father's chair, her lips pressed too thin to see. She looked sad; Father looked only at the heavy book on his knee.
"Once into every generation..."
Title: Mother's Eyes
Pairing: none
Setting: any time after season 5
He came home from his first term at the Academy all elbows and appetite, laughing at me for having saved him two months’ worth of aeroplane pictures from the Sunday papers, and I did not cry.
He came home from London thin and lice-bitten, with scraggly hair and a terrible cough, to ask in a shaking voice if he could stay, and I did not cry.
He comes home from America tired but smiling, bringing syrups and jams and beautiful photographs, and I cannot speak. Don't, Mum, he pleads with me, Mum, I'm all right, but the tears keep coming.
Title:Calling
Pairing: none
Setting: pre-series
It was raining and there was a fire in the study the day Rupert turned ten and a half, the day after which nothing was the same.
He sat in the polished leather chair by the hearth, like one of Father's visitors from London, the ones Mum fussed about feeding, who always finished the fancy biscuits, leaving no leftovers for Rupert's tea. The leather stuck to the backs of his knees. Mum stood behind Father's chair, her lips pressed too thin to see. She looked sad; Father looked only at the heavy book on his knee.
"Once into every generation..."
Title: Mother's Eyes
Pairing: none
Setting: any time after season 5
He came home from his first term at the Academy all elbows and appetite, laughing at me for having saved him two months’ worth of aeroplane pictures from the Sunday papers, and I did not cry.
He came home from London thin and lice-bitten, with scraggly hair and a terrible cough, to ask in a shaking voice if he could stay, and I did not cry.
He comes home from America tired but smiling, bringing syrups and jams and beautiful photographs, and I cannot speak. Don't, Mum, he pleads with me, Mum, I'm all right, but the tears keep coming.
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