Drabble for open_on_Sunday
Title: The Me Inside
Author: Vesica
Rating: PG
open_on_sunday Prompt: 267 - Force
Word Count: 100
Characters: Faith/Giles
Set: Post Series
Disclaimer: Just a bit of mucking about in other people’s sandboxes
Author's Note: Do we ever really grow out of this or is that younger us always there inside, putting on a brave face and hoping no one sees through the lie?
Slayer. Warrior. Force of Nature.
But right now, unsaid words pricking her tongue, she's just a girl - too pretty for the weirdos, too weird for the pretty kids; early bloomer with a chest twice as big as her ability to deal with the leers; who barely remembers home before the parade of booze and men.
Her fear sour in the back of her mouth, she can't see.
That right now he's just a boy - awkward in a uniform too large; eyes too old for his face; who cries at night, ashamed how badly he wants to run from his destiny.
END.
Author: Vesica
Rating: PG
open_on_sunday Prompt: 267 - Force
Word Count: 100
Characters: Faith/Giles
Set: Post Series
Disclaimer: Just a bit of mucking about in other people’s sandboxes
Author's Note: Do we ever really grow out of this or is that younger us always there inside, putting on a brave face and hoping no one sees through the lie?
Slayer. Warrior. Force of Nature.
But right now, unsaid words pricking her tongue, she's just a girl - too pretty for the weirdos, too weird for the pretty kids; early bloomer with a chest twice as big as her ability to deal with the leers; who barely remembers home before the parade of booze and men.
Her fear sour in the back of her mouth, she can't see.
That right now he's just a boy - awkward in a uniform too large; eyes too old for his face; who cries at night, ashamed how badly he wants to run from his destiny.
END.