"Jenny." Giles closed his eyes, his heart aching at her tone. "Stop."
He knew she would blame herself. He knew it the instant all the pieces from her dreams started to come together. She had always shouldered immense amounts of guilt over Willow's downward slide into dark magic, and no matter what he did to buoy her spirits, he knew that self-hatred still festered within her.
"You know I'm right, Rupert. It's all my fault."
"No." He leveled her with a hard stare, gripping her hand against the blanket with both of his own. Shaking his head, he reasoned with her, "Jenny, you did everything you could to teach Willow about magic... best practices for white witches. You can't blame yourself for her mistakes. You showed her the correct path, and she chose to ignore it
( ... )
He glared facetiously. "What I meant," he clarified, arching a brow pointedly, "is that, I still have powers from the Coven. What if I just... cast a spell to help you sleep?"
"Oh." Jenny frowned, as if she hadn't considered that. "I suppose we could try it."
So Giles leaned down, kissed her forehead with a smile and ran one finger down her cheek as he murmured, "Somnus."
And without missing a beat, Jenny's eyes closed and he watched her entire body relax against the pillows, a contented smile on her face. He couldn't help but smile back, running his fingertips across her long lashes as he whispered, "Sleep tight, love."
Then, he went to sit in the chair beside her bed, one elbow on the hard wooden arm of the chair and his chin propped in his thumb and forefinger as he watched her. Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths and he sighed to himself, thankful that she had survived. Thankful they both had. Or rather... as his eyes drifted toward her abdomen he corrected himself... the three of them
( ... )
Jenny shifted in sleep, her brows furrowing as images danced behind her lids, not quite strewn together in a dream-like state yet. She felt fingers in her hair, moving pieces aside and away from her face before the same fingers tickled across her lower abdomen.
In her sleepy state, she reached out, covering the hand with hers and smiling when she felt Rupert's wedding band. The sensation allowed her to further relax, until she finally slipped under.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a field outdoors, the sun high and bright in the sky, filtering through the leaves of the trees over her head. "Slow down," she murmured to whoever was up ahead of her
( ... )
Giles reached out, running his fingertips through Jenny's hair as she shifted and twitched in sleep, her brows furrowed deeply. He frowned thoughtfully, wondering what she was dreaming about, until two voices nearing the door drew his attention
( ... )
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He knew she would blame herself. He knew it the instant all the pieces from her dreams started to come together. She had always shouldered immense amounts of guilt over Willow's downward slide into dark magic, and no matter what he did to buoy her spirits, he knew that self-hatred still festered within her.
"You know I'm right, Rupert. It's all my fault."
"No." He leveled her with a hard stare, gripping her hand against the blanket with both of his own. Shaking his head, he reasoned with her, "Jenny, you did everything you could to teach Willow about magic... best practices for white witches. You can't blame yourself for her mistakes. You showed her the correct path, and she chose to ignore it ( ... )
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"Oh." Jenny frowned, as if she hadn't considered that. "I suppose we could try it."
So Giles leaned down, kissed her forehead with a smile and ran one finger down her cheek as he murmured, "Somnus."
And without missing a beat, Jenny's eyes closed and he watched her entire body relax against the pillows, a contented smile on her face. He couldn't help but smile back, running his fingertips across her long lashes as he whispered, "Sleep tight, love."
Then, he went to sit in the chair beside her bed, one elbow on the hard wooden arm of the chair and his chin propped in his thumb and forefinger as he watched her. Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths and he sighed to himself, thankful that she had survived. Thankful they both had. Or rather... as his eyes drifted toward her abdomen he corrected himself... the three of them ( ... )
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In her sleepy state, she reached out, covering the hand with hers and smiling when she felt Rupert's wedding band. The sensation allowed her to further relax, until she finally slipped under.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a field outdoors, the sun high and bright in the sky, filtering through the leaves of the trees over her head. "Slow down," she murmured to whoever was up ahead of her ( ... )
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