Drabble: Missing
Mar. 22nd, 2018 02:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
harmony033 posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
giles_shortsTitle: Missing
Author: harmony033
Characters: Giles
Setting: Post-"Anne", early S3
Rating: FRC
Word Count: 100
Prompt: “Sighing, he wriggled out of his jacket.” from il_mio_capitano's drabble Stumped
Disclaimer: All for fun, not profit!
Sighing, he wriggled out of his jacket. It had been a long patrol. Giles' shoulder was angry and purple from colliding with a headstone instead of the Grontoch demon. He sat down heavily with a bag of frozen peas kept just for this occasion.
Please come home, he thought sadly. The others said they'd finish patrolling once they bested the Grontoch and Giles' arm nearly fell off. He was becoming weary of the "Nighthawk" talk anyway.
A commotion outside awoke Giles. He stood, wincing, hoping no one was hurt. A tentative knock…there she stood. For a moment, his heart stopped.
Author: harmony033
Characters: Giles
Setting: Post-"Anne", early S3
Rating: FRC
Word Count: 100
Prompt: “Sighing, he wriggled out of his jacket.” from il_mio_capitano's drabble Stumped
Disclaimer: All for fun, not profit!
Sighing, he wriggled out of his jacket. It had been a long patrol. Giles' shoulder was angry and purple from colliding with a headstone instead of the Grontoch demon. He sat down heavily with a bag of frozen peas kept just for this occasion.
Please come home, he thought sadly. The others said they'd finish patrolling once they bested the Grontoch and Giles' arm nearly fell off. He was becoming weary of the "Nighthawk" talk anyway.
A commotion outside awoke Giles. He stood, wincing, hoping no one was hurt. A tentative knock…there she stood. For a moment, his heart stopped.
no subject
Date: 2018-03-28 12:25 am (UTC)