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someunholywarThere was something deep inside of him, as real as mist is rain that howls like a wounded animal when he realizes who comes.
There is something like a wounded pride, something akin to what had once been love and was now darkness. It has been the closest to human he had felt in some time and there was a moment- that stretched out into eternity for a creature that no longer could feel time when Giles wanted, really wanted, to surrender.
“Do not make me fight you.” He asked, as he stood, stepping out of the circle he’d carve into Nimueh’s lands. He wondered if they could sense it, being half darkness themselves; how Camlann pulsed with the ancient magic. It’s where he made a home after Eyghon, it’s where he’d brought Willow- knowing how deep the pull of magicks were and how peaceful the land seemed to soothe the scar if not heal it.
When Jet was a child, he’d brought her here thousands of times; had raised her on the stories of King Arthur’s final battle, the sealed Hellmouth and how when it was finally his time to die this is where he wanted to be buried- Great Lady willing.
He would then- like a father holding her close, promise he’d only leave her when she was ready.
He’d never shown Buffy this place. It was one of a lifetime of regrets.
If either of them hurt as much as he does, they don’t show it and he’s so proud of them for that. His beautiful daughters.
His Slayers.
“That’s easy then.” Buffy quips. “Don’t do this. Stand still long enough and this can all be over.”
Jet doesn’t give him the option to respond and just like that it begins.
( Bottom line is, even if you see 'em coming, you're not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So what are we, helpless? Puppets? No. The big moments are gonna come. You can't help that. It's what you do afterwards that counts. That's when you find out who you are. You'll see what I mean. )
There is something like a wounded pride, something akin to what had once been love and was now darkness. It has been the closest to human he had felt in some time and there was a moment- that stretched out into eternity for a creature that no longer could feel time when Giles wanted, really wanted, to surrender.
“Do not make me fight you.” He asked, as he stood, stepping out of the circle he’d carve into Nimueh’s lands. He wondered if they could sense it, being half darkness themselves; how Camlann pulsed with the ancient magic. It’s where he made a home after Eyghon, it’s where he’d brought Willow- knowing how deep the pull of magicks were and how peaceful the land seemed to soothe the scar if not heal it.
When Jet was a child, he’d brought her here thousands of times; had raised her on the stories of King Arthur’s final battle, the sealed Hellmouth and how when it was finally his time to die this is where he wanted to be buried- Great Lady willing.
He would then- like a father holding her close, promise he’d only leave her when she was ready.
He’d never shown Buffy this place. It was one of a lifetime of regrets.
If either of them hurt as much as he does, they don’t show it and he’s so proud of them for that. His beautiful daughters.
His Slayers.
“That’s easy then.” Buffy quips. “Don’t do this. Stand still long enough and this can all be over.”
Jet doesn’t give him the option to respond and just like that it begins.
( Bottom line is, even if you see 'em coming, you're not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So what are we, helpless? Puppets? No. The big moments are gonna come. You can't help that. It's what you do afterwards that counts. That's when you find out who you are. You'll see what I mean. )
