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madimpossibledreamer) wrote2023-05-08 06:27 pm
madimpossibledreamer) wrote2023-05-08 06:27 pm
Entry tags:
king of the ruckus
I had a few dreams today that will show up during the Restless rewrite, so that's fun. /grins
Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Constantine|Hellblazer
Summary: Xander is bored.
Word Count: 380
Rating: Teen, with the warnings. because it wouldn't be constantine or hellblazer without the warnings
Warning: ...slight mention of smoking? cursing? theft? this one's fairly mild.
“Please, guv? Won’t even read any of ‘em out loud, promise.” He’s literally vibrating a little as he stands here, waiting for the Watcher to give him permission, but it’s better, in this case, than to ask forgiveness, seeing as the man might panic. The restless feeling under his skin itches like an old friend, makes him jittery. “Figured, there’s a better use of my time ‘n nicking a pack from the local corner store, eh?” It’s not fair. He hasn’t even touched one lousy fag and he’s still jonesing for one. Amusing himself by stealing the odd bob only goes so far. Possession by Constantine and all he left behind was addiction and pain. What else would one expect, really?
Giles sighs, breathing out deeply...but judging by that expression, he understands, too well. “All right—but only supervised!”
It might not be the perfect fix, but John’s never met one in his whole rotten life and frankly doesn’t believe they exist. Just a delay, an’ even ol’ Xanny boy’s familiar with that tactic. Even just the possibility of new knowledge is soothing the savage beast, let alone the thought that maybe this might make him a touch more useful when push comes to shove.
“I’ll keep sticky fingers off and everything. Best behavior, swear on me mum.” The man rolls his eyes, but doesn’t even attempt not to look fond as he hands one particular book over—Latin? Easy.
“I believe Willow might have left some—what are they called, Twizzlers?” the man continues, returning shortly to hand over a pack of candy, and Xander straight-up beams, because it might not be the same but it’ll give his jaws something to do.
“You spoil me, Giles!” All too quickly, though, he loses himself in the translation, thankful that those memories are at least largely intact. Maybe the Watcher had some ulterior motive, handing those over—if he’s chewing on candy, even if the man has to later deal with an even more hyperactive Xander, at least there’s no real possibility of him forgetting himself and accidentally reading something aloud as he attempts to work out a troublesome bit.
Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Constantine|Hellblazer
Summary: Xander is bored.
Word Count: 380
Rating: Teen, with the warnings. because it wouldn't be constantine or hellblazer without the warnings
Warning: ...slight mention of smoking? cursing? theft? this one's fairly mild.
Giles stares in shock, before taking off his glasses and polishing them. Just to be sure. “You want to read books.”
“Please, guv? Won’t even read any of ‘em out loud, promise.” He’s literally vibrating a little as he stands here, waiting for the Watcher to give him permission, but it’s better, in this case, than to ask forgiveness, seeing as the man might panic. The restless feeling under his skin itches like an old friend, makes him jittery. “Figured, there’s a better use of my time ‘n nicking a pack from the local corner store, eh?” It’s not fair. He hasn’t even touched one lousy fag and he’s still jonesing for one. Amusing himself by stealing the odd bob only goes so far. Possession by Constantine and all he left behind was addiction and pain. What else would one expect, really?
Giles sighs, breathing out deeply...but judging by that expression, he understands, too well. “All right—but only supervised!”
It might not be the perfect fix, but John’s never met one in his whole rotten life and frankly doesn’t believe they exist. Just a delay, an’ even ol’ Xanny boy’s familiar with that tactic. Even just the possibility of new knowledge is soothing the savage beast, let alone the thought that maybe this might make him a touch more useful when push comes to shove.
“I’ll keep sticky fingers off and everything. Best behavior, swear on me mum.” The man rolls his eyes, but doesn’t even attempt not to look fond as he hands one particular book over—Latin? Easy.
“I believe Willow might have left some—what are they called, Twizzlers?” the man continues, returning shortly to hand over a pack of candy, and Xander straight-up beams, because it might not be the same but it’ll give his jaws something to do.
“You spoil me, Giles!” All too quickly, though, he loses himself in the translation, thankful that those memories are at least largely intact. Maybe the Watcher had some ulterior motive, handing those over—if he’s chewing on candy, even if the man has to later deal with an even more hyperactive Xander, at least there’s no real possibility of him forgetting himself and accidentally reading something aloud as he attempts to work out a troublesome bit.