For Open_On_Sunday - Three Quickies
Title: Surely You Jest
Rating: PG
open_on_sunday Prompt: 258: March
Author: Vesica
Word Count: 100
Characters: Faith &Giles *gasp*
Set: Post Series
Disclaimer: Just a bit of mucking about in other people’s sandboxes
Faith ambled into Giles’ study, annoyed to have her John Woo marathon interrupted. “Yeah?”
“Do you remember that codex I asked you to read?”
Faith shrugged, “Vaguely, bordering on not really.”
Giles sighed and made that clucking sound. “Faith, it is so rare I ask you to read anything and one would think…”
He stopped himself. “The section about March? Midnight tonight is March.”
“Where do you want me? And I’m guessing it’s not back on the couch.”
“In a word, No. Church of the Ascension on Charlotte. And Faith?”
“Yeah?”
“You might want to take a sword.”
“Excuse me?”
End Part.
Had she read past the title page of the codex?
She couldn’t have.
Enormous feline Hellspawn with two snarling lion heads was the sort of detail she’d remember.
“Might want to take a sword?” She skirted the edge of biting range, feinting when it snapped and - snicker-snack - down to one.
“Or, hey Giles - how ‘bout a rocket launcher?”
It lunged and she got the sword up just in time, blade sliding between ribs and stopping the claws coming at her face.
She looked it in the eye. “Yo, Frisky - Tell Hell not to get any bright ideas about April.”
End Part.
He didn’t look up as she came stomping in. “Successful Slaying?”
“No, gave it a ball of string and it went away. Also - nice ‘Giant Kitten of Death’ warning there, Mr. Watcher.”
“If you’d read the codex….”
“So, in like a lion...” Faith continued, ignoring the jab. “March goes out like? Let me guess - A lamb that breathes fire?”
Giles flashed a smirk that left all hers in the dust. “Right idea, wrong end.”
“You’re shitting me.”
He wasn’t, but it was amusing watching him pretend she wasn’t rubbing off on him as he bit back the laugh.
END.
Rating: PG
open_on_sunday Prompt: 258: March
Author: Vesica
Word Count: 100
Characters: Faith &Giles *gasp*
Set: Post Series
Disclaimer: Just a bit of mucking about in other people’s sandboxes
Faith ambled into Giles’ study, annoyed to have her John Woo marathon interrupted. “Yeah?”
“Do you remember that codex I asked you to read?”
Faith shrugged, “Vaguely, bordering on not really.”
Giles sighed and made that clucking sound. “Faith, it is so rare I ask you to read anything and one would think…”
He stopped himself. “The section about March? Midnight tonight is March.”
“Where do you want me? And I’m guessing it’s not back on the couch.”
“In a word, No. Church of the Ascension on Charlotte. And Faith?”
“Yeah?”
“You might want to take a sword.”
“Excuse me?”
End Part.
Had she read past the title page of the codex?
She couldn’t have.
Enormous feline Hellspawn with two snarling lion heads was the sort of detail she’d remember.
“Might want to take a sword?” She skirted the edge of biting range, feinting when it snapped and - snicker-snack - down to one.
“Or, hey Giles - how ‘bout a rocket launcher?”
It lunged and she got the sword up just in time, blade sliding between ribs and stopping the claws coming at her face.
She looked it in the eye. “Yo, Frisky - Tell Hell not to get any bright ideas about April.”
End Part.
He didn’t look up as she came stomping in. “Successful Slaying?”
“No, gave it a ball of string and it went away. Also - nice ‘Giant Kitten of Death’ warning there, Mr. Watcher.”
“If you’d read the codex….”
“So, in like a lion...” Faith continued, ignoring the jab. “March goes out like? Let me guess - A lamb that breathes fire?”
Giles flashed a smirk that left all hers in the dust. “Right idea, wrong end.”
“You’re shitting me.”
He wasn’t, but it was amusing watching him pretend she wasn’t rubbing off on him as he bit back the laugh.
END.