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Theme; road trips, travel.
Giles, early S6
Displaced
The green was pressing against his eyes like cool cucumber slices, the moist air was making his skin tingle awake like the desert after rain, and the English voices were like a song of long ago in his ears.
“Glad to be back home then, mate?” asked the taxi driver, hearing his accent.
Giles glanced around at familiar shops. “Good to be back in England, yes,” he said diplomatically.
But it wasn’t home anymore. There wasn’t a single person here whom he loved. Home is where the heart is and Giles had left something behind besides his toothbrush.
Joyce, during Graduation Day
Out of Harm’s Way
Joyce looked down at the suitcase Buffy had packed for her before thrusting her into her car with a hand that trembled. Had she been nervous, excited or impatient? Joyce wasn’t certain. She opened the suitcase, and took out a change of clothes.
Later, perched on a bar stool, she found out that a single woman in L.A didn’t have to be young to be chatted up, and her anxiety lifted a little with every fulsome compliment and every sip of over-priced wine.
Until the breaking news on the TV over the bar broke her heart and sent her packing
Giles, early S6
Displaced
The green was pressing against his eyes like cool cucumber slices, the moist air was making his skin tingle awake like the desert after rain, and the English voices were like a song of long ago in his ears.
“Glad to be back home then, mate?” asked the taxi driver, hearing his accent.
Giles glanced around at familiar shops. “Good to be back in England, yes,” he said diplomatically.
But it wasn’t home anymore. There wasn’t a single person here whom he loved. Home is where the heart is and Giles had left something behind besides his toothbrush.
Joyce, during Graduation Day
Out of Harm’s Way
Joyce looked down at the suitcase Buffy had packed for her before thrusting her into her car with a hand that trembled. Had she been nervous, excited or impatient? Joyce wasn’t certain. She opened the suitcase, and took out a change of clothes.
Later, perched on a bar stool, she found out that a single woman in L.A didn’t have to be young to be chatted up, and her anxiety lifted a little with every fulsome compliment and every sip of over-priced wine.
Until the breaking news on the TV over the bar broke her heart and sent her packing
