Challenge: Word of the Day
13th December 1999: Detritus
Giles/DarkWillow, PG
He'd loved it here, once. When it had been a gathering place for them, a hearthstone that drew them all together. The Magic Box had never made a great deal of money, despite Anya's superhuman efforts, but that had never been the point.
He cries out at she slams his body from ceiling to floor, plaster and ribs cracking as he falls hard amongst the rubble. She laughs as he starts to cry, but he knows she doesn't understand. She thinks he's looking at the debris that surrounds them, but all he can see is the wreckage of his love.
Giles/DarkWillow, PG
He'd loved it here, once. When it had been a gathering place for them, a hearthstone that drew them all together. The Magic Box had never made a great deal of money, despite Anya's superhuman efforts, but that had never been the point.
He cries out at she slams his body from ceiling to floor, plaster and ribs cracking as he falls hard amongst the rubble. She laughs as he starts to cry, but he knows she doesn't understand. She thinks he's looking at the debris that surrounds them, but all he can see is the wreckage of his love.