Drabble meme batch #1, all BtVS
I guess I'm in a Buffy mood, because I've gone and fulfilled the Buffy prompts that were left for me. I have never, ever written for this fandom, so, these were actually pretty fun to contemplate. Hopefully you all enjoy them:
Buffy/Giles - touch (for froxyn)
Sometimes, when he stared at the Buffybot longer than was appropriate, he could almost pretend that it was really her. When he spoke to it, he could almost convince himself that he heard her in the voice that answered back, though it was devoid of the usual ribbing that somehow made him feel a certain intimacy with her. When he performed diagnostics tests on it, he was almost certain that he was training with her again, her enthusiasm filling him with a false sense of importance that he was not yet ready to give up. When he looked into its eyes, he could almost imagine that they held all the joy and pain, the confidence and vulnerability, the death and life that had been so present in her eyes. He could almost believe that her death was just a dream that plagued him every night. But then it touches him, its fingers caressing his face, and he feels nothing. She’s gone.
Giles/Anya - bubblegum (for offtheplane)
*POP*
…
*POP*
Giles sighed as he tried to concentrate on the book in front of him. He couldn’t bloody well process anything with the racket of Anya chewing on her blasted bubblegum. Actually, it wasn’t the chewing so much as the-
*POP*
“Oh, for god’s sake!” Giles threw down his glasses and glared at Anya behind the checkout counter. She was absently flipping through the latest issue of one those ridiculous fashion magazines that Buffy always left lying about the shop.
“What?” she asked innocently.
“Oh, don’t bloody ‘What?’ me. You know very well what.”
“No, I really don’t.”
Giles pursed his lips and held the bridge of his nose for a moment, then he said calmly, “Stop popping the gum.”
“Really? That’s what has you spouting British colloquialisms in such a way that one might say you have your knickers in a twist?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t mind it when Buffy pops her gum.”
“I-I don’t recall Buffy doing that.”
“No. You’re always too busy marveling at how wonderful Buffy is to ever notice her committing such a vicious assault on your ears.”
“I don’t… that’s not…”
Anya looked at him skeptically and turned another page of her magazine a little more forcefully than usual.
Giles sighed once again and said almost painfully, “You’re… wonderful too, Anya.”
“Really?” She gave him a brilliant smile, one that made him believe in his statement just a little bit more than he had.
“Really,” he said softly. He turned back to his book, afraid that if he smiled at her fondly any longer she’d rush over and envelope him in an embarrassing display of affection. Now, if only he could figure out what kind of demon it was that Buffy had-
*POP*
Giles/Buffy - anger (for wench_for_hire)
She wants to hate him. So much she wants to hate him. For the pain, for being right, for being gone, for being here, for being him. For making her love him so much that she can’t hate him when she really, really wants to. For making her care. For making her feel whole in his arms. For making her feel empty when she’s not. For not believing in her. For believing in her too much. For being so damn forgiving. God, how she wants to hate him. But how can she when he has her pressed against the wall with his lips on hers in a kiss that shouts his desperate plea for her to love him?
I kind of defeated the rules of a drabble for that second one, but oh well. It had to be done.
Buffy/Giles - touch (for froxyn)
Sometimes, when he stared at the Buffybot longer than was appropriate, he could almost pretend that it was really her. When he spoke to it, he could almost convince himself that he heard her in the voice that answered back, though it was devoid of the usual ribbing that somehow made him feel a certain intimacy with her. When he performed diagnostics tests on it, he was almost certain that he was training with her again, her enthusiasm filling him with a false sense of importance that he was not yet ready to give up. When he looked into its eyes, he could almost imagine that they held all the joy and pain, the confidence and vulnerability, the death and life that had been so present in her eyes. He could almost believe that her death was just a dream that plagued him every night. But then it touches him, its fingers caressing his face, and he feels nothing. She’s gone.
Giles/Anya - bubblegum (for offtheplane)
*POP*
…
*POP*
Giles sighed as he tried to concentrate on the book in front of him. He couldn’t bloody well process anything with the racket of Anya chewing on her blasted bubblegum. Actually, it wasn’t the chewing so much as the-
*POP*
“Oh, for god’s sake!” Giles threw down his glasses and glared at Anya behind the checkout counter. She was absently flipping through the latest issue of one those ridiculous fashion magazines that Buffy always left lying about the shop.
“What?” she asked innocently.
“Oh, don’t bloody ‘What?’ me. You know very well what.”
“No, I really don’t.”
Giles pursed his lips and held the bridge of his nose for a moment, then he said calmly, “Stop popping the gum.”
“Really? That’s what has you spouting British colloquialisms in such a way that one might say you have your knickers in a twist?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t mind it when Buffy pops her gum.”
“I-I don’t recall Buffy doing that.”
“No. You’re always too busy marveling at how wonderful Buffy is to ever notice her committing such a vicious assault on your ears.”
“I don’t… that’s not…”
Anya looked at him skeptically and turned another page of her magazine a little more forcefully than usual.
Giles sighed once again and said almost painfully, “You’re… wonderful too, Anya.”
“Really?” She gave him a brilliant smile, one that made him believe in his statement just a little bit more than he had.
“Really,” he said softly. He turned back to his book, afraid that if he smiled at her fondly any longer she’d rush over and envelope him in an embarrassing display of affection. Now, if only he could figure out what kind of demon it was that Buffy had-
*POP*
Giles/Buffy - anger (for wench_for_hire)
She wants to hate him. So much she wants to hate him. For the pain, for being right, for being gone, for being here, for being him. For making her love him so much that she can’t hate him when she really, really wants to. For making her care. For making her feel whole in his arms. For making her feel empty when she’s not. For not believing in her. For believing in her too much. For being so damn forgiving. God, how she wants to hate him. But how can she when he has her pressed against the wall with his lips on hers in a kiss that shouts his desperate plea for her to love him?
I kind of defeated the rules of a drabble for that second one, but oh well. It had to be done.