Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Set: pre-series
Warnings: 70s, personal canon, strangeness, extra cheese
Written for
multifandom_pl's ficathon, Polish version
here.
He can't sleep. Next to him, Ethan's breath is even, a steady sleep of someone with no nightmares, no second thoughts, no regrets.
He gets up, the desk is just a step away from the desk, everything is, in this hole of an apartment. That closeness didn't bother him before.
He writes.
London, September 1979
Dea L Ethan,
You know me better than anybody else, so you know this is something I have to do no matter how much it... nevermind.
Randall Eyghon Everything that We
I'm taking some of the books, I hope you don't mind. If you suddenly feel a strange need for Yeats, you know how to find me,. you always knew
I wish
Don't kill yourself, on purpose or otherwise. Yes, I would care, actually. I always
Be seeing you,
R.
He leaves the letter on the desk.
He leaves.
*
The letter burns easily, much as Randall's body did.
He notices the words, Be seeing you before they too blacken and die.
"Count on it, Ripper."