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alwaysjbjTitle: Till the stars don’t shine…
Author: Always_jbj
Rating:PG
Character(s): Giles/Ethan
Prompt: #15 The Future
Word Count: 410
Prompts
Till the stars don’t shine…
The events of the night had taken their toll on him, how could they not? Randal was dead. It had been horrific and he truly wished it otherwise, yet all he could think was thank god that it was Randal, that it wasn’t Ripper, or even himself. The truth was that he’d been scared, terrified even and it took rather a lot to scare him, he’d seen some pretty horrific things in his life, and participated in more than a few, but tonight, watching Randal die the way he had and picturing his lover’s face superimposed over the other man’s had shaken him to the very core of his being. Ethan hoped tonight’s proceedings were enough for Rupert to realise the danger. If not he’d talk to him, find a way to make his love see that it was enough, that it was time to stop before something worse happened.
He couldn’t imagine what he would do if something happened to Rupert, could no longer imagine life without him. Whatever the future may bring one thing Ethan knew for certain was that it would include Rupert. Maybe they could move; get out of London and away from the circle of people they moved within and away from the temptations of the darkest of magics that Giles had been delving farther and farther into in recent months?
His eyes slowly closed and he allowed himself to relax back against his lover’s warmth. They’d made love tonight, nothing unusual about that, what was unusual was the tone of their lovemaking; with none of the almost-primal exuberance, playfulness or even the fierce possessiveness that often featured in their encounters. Tonight had been about the reaffirmation of life; gentle touches, the slow sensual slide of skin against skin, deep, unhurried kisses that all but broke the heart as they each reassured themselves through touch and taste of the others continued existence. He would say that, were it at all possible, he had fallen more deeply in love with Ripper tonight than he had been previously.
With a sigh he allowed sleep to claim him; tomorrow he would talk to Ripper, convince him to move away, somewhere quiet would be nice—for a while anyway. It didn’t matter where, not really, what mattered was that they had tomorrow, and the tomorrow after that, and many many more to come. They were alive, they had survived and they had each other; anything beyond that was just icing.
the end
Title: My Dreams Went up in Ashes
Author: Always_jbj
Rating:PG
Character(s): Giles/Ethan
Prompt: #14 The Past
Word Count: 714
Prompts
My Dreams Went up in Ashes
Giles watched as Ethan slept; the light sheen of sweat, an occasional twitch or shudder, a muffled cry or brief contortion of much-loved features indication of the dreams that plagued the young man’s sleep. Rupert ran a soothing hand over his lover’s back, murmuring soft words of comfort until Ethan’s sleep settled once more.
What had they done? No! He… not they. Ethan had come along for the ride as he always did; there was nothing Ethan wouldn’t do for him, he knew that, knew also that his paramour was more than just a little in love with danger and its associated thrills. Getting Ethan’s cooperation in this latest mad venture was no more difficult that it had been getting him to sign up for any of his other ideas in the almost two years they had been together. Only it hadn’t been Ethan’s idea, it never was. Ethan had little more than a passing interest in elementary sorcery despite a rather substantial latent power that Ripper often found himself tapping into; his lover granting him access to his power as freely as to his body. It had been his idea to call upon the demon, he had convinced all of them, their friends—well acquaintances really, but that was beside the point—and his lover, he had endangered them all for his own ever-increasing desire for power, and Randal had paid the ultimate price for Ripper’s arrogance.
He should have known better, hell he did know better; it was nothing but ego and a foolish, immature need to snub his nose once more at his father and the man’s rigid conformity to the patriarchal society to which he belonged—a society that Rupert had been ear-marked to be a part of prior even to having drawn his first breath.
He had brought this upon them and by rights it should have been him lying there tonight; eyes dull, vacant and lifeless where only shortly before they had been vibrant with life and excitement. It should have been him, Rupert Giles, not Randal, who paid the price for his conceit. Who would pay when next his arrogance and megalomania drove him to some act of stupidity that common sense if not his background and upbringing should lead him to know better that to attempt? An innocent bystander? A child? His eyes drifted to the man beside him; someone he loved?
He knew all about the dangers associated with the occult, he’d had them drummed into him since he was old enough to comprehend and begin the rudimentary training required in order to one day take his predestined place on the Council of Watchers. He had thought he could escape his fate, that by thumbing his nose at all his father’s teachings and expectations he could choose his own path in life. So he’d rebelled; chosen to walk a forbidden path, playing with magics so dark, powerful and addictive that he had begun to think himself invulnerable. That misassumption had, tonight, led to death; excruciating, tormented and horrifying death.
He knew what he had to do. It didn’t make doing it any easier, or any more welcome but for once he would do what was right rather than what he wanted.
With a soft sigh the body beneath his hand relaxed fully. Leaning forward Ripper pressed a gentle kiss against the warm back, his eyes closed tightly against the moisture that gathered, his lips lingering for a moment before he forced himself to move away. After dressing and collecting the barest essentials he moved back to the bed; brushing his fingers wistfully through the soft dark hair where it curled gently against the back of Ethan’s neck he breathed, “I’ll miss you,” before turning quickly and walking away. His aching heart screamed at him to turn around, to wake his lover and take him along, but he couldn’t; he had put Ethan in enough peril already and a watcher’s life was fraught with danger. Far better to leave now and let Ethan move on, find someone else to love and live a safe and happy life. With a last glance at the sleeping man he closed the door behind him and began the journey back to the future he had once thought to have left behind.
the end
Author: Always_jbj
Rating:PG
Character(s): Giles/Ethan
Prompt: #15 The Future
Word Count: 410
Prompts
Till the stars don’t shine…
The events of the night had taken their toll on him, how could they not? Randal was dead. It had been horrific and he truly wished it otherwise, yet all he could think was thank god that it was Randal, that it wasn’t Ripper, or even himself. The truth was that he’d been scared, terrified even and it took rather a lot to scare him, he’d seen some pretty horrific things in his life, and participated in more than a few, but tonight, watching Randal die the way he had and picturing his lover’s face superimposed over the other man’s had shaken him to the very core of his being. Ethan hoped tonight’s proceedings were enough for Rupert to realise the danger. If not he’d talk to him, find a way to make his love see that it was enough, that it was time to stop before something worse happened.
He couldn’t imagine what he would do if something happened to Rupert, could no longer imagine life without him. Whatever the future may bring one thing Ethan knew for certain was that it would include Rupert. Maybe they could move; get out of London and away from the circle of people they moved within and away from the temptations of the darkest of magics that Giles had been delving farther and farther into in recent months?
His eyes slowly closed and he allowed himself to relax back against his lover’s warmth. They’d made love tonight, nothing unusual about that, what was unusual was the tone of their lovemaking; with none of the almost-primal exuberance, playfulness or even the fierce possessiveness that often featured in their encounters. Tonight had been about the reaffirmation of life; gentle touches, the slow sensual slide of skin against skin, deep, unhurried kisses that all but broke the heart as they each reassured themselves through touch and taste of the others continued existence. He would say that, were it at all possible, he had fallen more deeply in love with Ripper tonight than he had been previously.
With a sigh he allowed sleep to claim him; tomorrow he would talk to Ripper, convince him to move away, somewhere quiet would be nice—for a while anyway. It didn’t matter where, not really, what mattered was that they had tomorrow, and the tomorrow after that, and many many more to come. They were alive, they had survived and they had each other; anything beyond that was just icing.
the end
Title: My Dreams Went up in Ashes
Author: Always_jbj
Rating:PG
Character(s): Giles/Ethan
Prompt: #14 The Past
Word Count: 714
Prompts
My Dreams Went up in Ashes
Giles watched as Ethan slept; the light sheen of sweat, an occasional twitch or shudder, a muffled cry or brief contortion of much-loved features indication of the dreams that plagued the young man’s sleep. Rupert ran a soothing hand over his lover’s back, murmuring soft words of comfort until Ethan’s sleep settled once more.
What had they done? No! He… not they. Ethan had come along for the ride as he always did; there was nothing Ethan wouldn’t do for him, he knew that, knew also that his paramour was more than just a little in love with danger and its associated thrills. Getting Ethan’s cooperation in this latest mad venture was no more difficult that it had been getting him to sign up for any of his other ideas in the almost two years they had been together. Only it hadn’t been Ethan’s idea, it never was. Ethan had little more than a passing interest in elementary sorcery despite a rather substantial latent power that Ripper often found himself tapping into; his lover granting him access to his power as freely as to his body. It had been his idea to call upon the demon, he had convinced all of them, their friends—well acquaintances really, but that was beside the point—and his lover, he had endangered them all for his own ever-increasing desire for power, and Randal had paid the ultimate price for Ripper’s arrogance.
He should have known better, hell he did know better; it was nothing but ego and a foolish, immature need to snub his nose once more at his father and the man’s rigid conformity to the patriarchal society to which he belonged—a society that Rupert had been ear-marked to be a part of prior even to having drawn his first breath.
He had brought this upon them and by rights it should have been him lying there tonight; eyes dull, vacant and lifeless where only shortly before they had been vibrant with life and excitement. It should have been him, Rupert Giles, not Randal, who paid the price for his conceit. Who would pay when next his arrogance and megalomania drove him to some act of stupidity that common sense if not his background and upbringing should lead him to know better that to attempt? An innocent bystander? A child? His eyes drifted to the man beside him; someone he loved?
He knew all about the dangers associated with the occult, he’d had them drummed into him since he was old enough to comprehend and begin the rudimentary training required in order to one day take his predestined place on the Council of Watchers. He had thought he could escape his fate, that by thumbing his nose at all his father’s teachings and expectations he could choose his own path in life. So he’d rebelled; chosen to walk a forbidden path, playing with magics so dark, powerful and addictive that he had begun to think himself invulnerable. That misassumption had, tonight, led to death; excruciating, tormented and horrifying death.
He knew what he had to do. It didn’t make doing it any easier, or any more welcome but for once he would do what was right rather than what he wanted.
With a soft sigh the body beneath his hand relaxed fully. Leaning forward Ripper pressed a gentle kiss against the warm back, his eyes closed tightly against the moisture that gathered, his lips lingering for a moment before he forced himself to move away. After dressing and collecting the barest essentials he moved back to the bed; brushing his fingers wistfully through the soft dark hair where it curled gently against the back of Ethan’s neck he breathed, “I’ll miss you,” before turning quickly and walking away. His aching heart screamed at him to turn around, to wake his lover and take him along, but he couldn’t; he had put Ethan in enough peril already and a watcher’s life was fraught with danger. Far better to leave now and let Ethan move on, find someone else to love and live a safe and happy life. With a last glance at the sleeping man he closed the door behind him and began the journey back to the future he had once thought to have left behind.
the end
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