Unexpected Weather Drabbles

[garnigal]

As always, cross-posted to open_on_sunday.

Good Weather

“Take a jacket, Buffy!”

Looking out the window, I see her running to meet her friends. Short skirt, halter top, hair up and a lot of bare skin. No jacket in sight, of course.

I sigh, but stay where I am. A decade ago, she would have let me dress her. Even a few years ago she would have rolled her eyes but obediently picked up a coat.

I know what happens when a girl turns 16. I did the same thing. And all I can do is what my mother did – sit at home and hope for good weather.

Unexpected

He thought he was prepared.

He thought he was ready.

He had all the books. He had the training. He could handle a sword, a quarterstaff, and crossbow, and any other medieval weapon you could throw at him.

He thought he knew what was he was doing.

He thought he knew what he was getting into.

The Council was depending on him. They trusted him with their most valuable resource – the Slayer. The entire world depended on him, even if it didn’t know it.

Then he met her.

She was like a flash flood, a freak avalanche.

He was lost.

Comments

[whatawookie.livejournal.com]

Happy belated, by the way. I should remember these things.

[garnigal.livejournal.com]

Thanks! And it's more important that you remember the girls' birthdays - they'll complain if you don't. :)