garnigal | Fools Drabble for Open On Sunday

As always, cross-posted to open_on_sunday.

Blind Fools

Giles tried to do things for himself, tried to remain independent despite his lack of sight. The only results were bruises and broken dishes.

He resigned himself to sitting in an armchair, waiting for Buffy to fix this. Of course, Buffy fixing this relied on her being able to pry herself off Spike’s face.

God, he hoped it was Spike’s face he could hear her kissing wetly.

He felt foolish when he realized that Willow had done this. Her knowledge and power had grown, but her control was non-existent.

If only he’d kept that wisdom when he regained his sight.

Fools Rush In

Spike threw himself into the fray with a bloodthirsty grin and a bloodcurdling scream.

‘Really, what other words could I use to describe him?’ Buffy thought as she waded in after him, watching his back and taking out her own opponents with crisp efficiency.

There were enough Franx… Fraxan… big red demons here that they probably should have asked for backup, but they knew they could handle it and backup just got in their way.

“Why do you always throw yourself into a fight like that?” Buffy called out.

“I know my angel never fears to tread after her fool.”