Recent Memories (SOG)
Odd the things one thinks about in quiet moments...
(Not too long ago, now...)
Giles: I'd really prefer it if you don't do that, in future.
Ethan: Do what? I told her what she wanted to hear - what she needed to hear - it made her happy, and she's sleeping peacefully. What's wrong with that?
Giles: Not running it by me first before you tell Buffy things like that.
Ethan: Letting her know there's a spell that does what she asked?
Giles: Usurping my authority in front of Buffy.
Ethan: Is that what you think I --
Giles: Doing anything at all in front of Buffy, for that matter. You... (Killed her.)
Ethan: Brought her back?
Giles: 'Don't act deliberately thick, Ethan, it doesn't sit naturally on you.' I'm unbuttoning his shirt as I'm telling him. He's so beautiful, to me... a bit thin, perhaps, but the seeming delicacy is more attractive than solidity would be.
Ethan sits down, turns, stretches, letting me watch the interplay of his muscles beneath skin I've left black and blue, purpled... the older welts fading to the oddly unnatural greenish shade they always seem to turn before they heal... The light plays on them too. It's fascinating. Sometimes it isn't necessary to inflict more pain, just revisiting what's already been done is more than enough.
(Not too long ago, now...)
Giles: I'd really prefer it if you don't do that, in future.
Ethan: Do what? I told her what she wanted to hear - what she needed to hear - it made her happy, and she's sleeping peacefully. What's wrong with that?
Giles: Not running it by me first before you tell Buffy things like that.
Ethan: Letting her know there's a spell that does what she asked?
Giles: Usurping my authority in front of Buffy.
Ethan: Is that what you think I --
Giles: Doing anything at all in front of Buffy, for that matter. You... (Killed her.)
Ethan: Brought her back?
Giles: 'Don't act deliberately thick, Ethan, it doesn't sit naturally on you.' I'm unbuttoning his shirt as I'm telling him. He's so beautiful, to me... a bit thin, perhaps, but the seeming delicacy is more attractive than solidity would be.
Ethan sits down, turns, stretches, letting me watch the interplay of his muscles beneath skin I've left black and blue, purpled... the older welts fading to the oddly unnatural greenish shade they always seem to turn before they heal... The light plays on them too. It's fascinating. Sometimes it isn't necessary to inflict more pain, just revisiting what's already been done is more than enough.