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Jan. 20th, 2011 12:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
isthecouncilWhat: Ice Skating
Who: Giles and his Pocket-sized Buffy
Why: Because Heaven is sometimes catching up on all those "some days"
When: Post season 8 for Giles, season 2 for Buffy.
As a rule, Giles didn’t hope much.
He believed not so much in the goodness of mankind as he did the idea that the world could be better. Some day. He didn’t hope for any amount of peace for him; and by now he accepted peace and comforts as idle dreams that were to be shared one day with Faith- soon. One day. Everything he seemed to take comfort and pleasure in was vague and unformed in the future- one day things would be better and one day they’d be happy, and one day…
He’d died believing that one day this would all be over. And in a sense he was right.
What he hadn’t been expecting was that, one moment he’d be in Tibet rushing forward to spare Buffy the inevitable and thinking of how he would make this up to Faith (and with every pain he knew he caused her- he consoled himself with the idea that one day he’d make it up to her) and the second- the second, he was here.
He knew immediately where here was too. It was the old ice skating rink in Sunnydale’s mall. It wasn’t impressive by any means but he’d spent enough weekends and afternoons here to know it by sight and he’d remember enough stolen glances from his Slayer to know just how much she’d longed to return to the ice and how simple things had been when she was that girl.
He also remembered that when she was eighteen, she had asked him to take her to a show and he had never been able to take her; even if he had wanted to and had bought tickets to one every year after but never mustered the courage to ask her.
He laughed a little into the silence of the darkened mall, as he walked closer to the rink. There had been so many one days he had told himself he’d get to….
He was so lost in that thought- he didn’t notice the figure approaching.
Who: Giles and his Pocket-sized Buffy
Why: Because Heaven is sometimes catching up on all those "some days"
When: Post season 8 for Giles, season 2 for Buffy.
As a rule, Giles didn’t hope much.
He believed not so much in the goodness of mankind as he did the idea that the world could be better. Some day. He didn’t hope for any amount of peace for him; and by now he accepted peace and comforts as idle dreams that were to be shared one day with Faith- soon. One day. Everything he seemed to take comfort and pleasure in was vague and unformed in the future- one day things would be better and one day they’d be happy, and one day…
He’d died believing that one day this would all be over. And in a sense he was right.
What he hadn’t been expecting was that, one moment he’d be in Tibet rushing forward to spare Buffy the inevitable and thinking of how he would make this up to Faith (and with every pain he knew he caused her- he consoled himself with the idea that one day he’d make it up to her) and the second- the second, he was here.
He knew immediately where here was too. It was the old ice skating rink in Sunnydale’s mall. It wasn’t impressive by any means but he’d spent enough weekends and afternoons here to know it by sight and he’d remember enough stolen glances from his Slayer to know just how much she’d longed to return to the ice and how simple things had been when she was that girl.
He also remembered that when she was eighteen, she had asked him to take her to a show and he had never been able to take her; even if he had wanted to and had bought tickets to one every year after but never mustered the courage to ask her.
He laughed a little into the silence of the darkened mall, as he walked closer to the rink. There had been so many one days he had told himself he’d get to….
He was so lost in that thought- he didn’t notice the figure approaching.
