Saints drabbles
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garnigalWhoo hoo! I wrote some drabbles, for the first time since Jan 7... I'm so lazy.
History
"History could be way more interesting."
"What was that?" Giles asked.
"Instead of talking about economics, law and dates all the time, they should teach us about real people," Buffy explained. "Right now we’re learning about this war between the French and the English. But I found a book and it’s all the same stuff plus a story about a girl who was a general."
"Ahh, Saint Joan," Giles said.
"She was a saint too?"
"Well, after she was burned at the stake..."
Buffy silently set the book aside. Suddenly she was afraid to learn the ending to this story.
Benedict
It took a lot of phone calls to get her in.
Eventually Giles managed it, but he could only do so much. She paced the halls surrounded by priests and soldiers, frustrated and certain she’d never find her target with the entourage.
It worked out though. When the demon dropped down from the ceiling and she run it though with a pike, the guards were gratifyingly impressed. When the demon melted into a puddle of green.. stuff, the priests were suddenly appreciative.
"I’m still never slaying at the Vatican again, Giles. Some of those paintings and statues are just creepy."
Saint (double drabble)
She’d arrived on soundless feet, on a moonless night. Only the wind could have given her away, carrying her scent to her enemy. Only the wind could have, only the wind did.
The battle was brief but heated. She was taken by surprise, but not unprepared. She (and they) used every advantage. They (and she) exploited every weakness. She had blade and bow on her side; they had teeth and claws. She had everything to live for, they had everything to lose. It came down to numbers, in the end. They were many and she…
She was just one girl.
+++
He found her the next morning. The dew had diluted the blood, but nothing could beautify her body, mutilated and crucified.
He carried her back and told his story. Not the story, just a story. Not that he’d sent her against of evil, not that he’d waited safe (but concerned) inside while she fought and died. No, not that story.
She became beauty, goodness and innocence. They prayed for her, then they prayed to her. They claimed she performed miracles (but ignored the miracles she’d actually performed) and built a statue.
Saint, Slayer. It’s all the same in the end.
History
"History could be way more interesting."
"What was that?" Giles asked.
"Instead of talking about economics, law and dates all the time, they should teach us about real people," Buffy explained. "Right now we’re learning about this war between the French and the English. But I found a book and it’s all the same stuff plus a story about a girl who was a general."
"Ahh, Saint Joan," Giles said.
"She was a saint too?"
"Well, after she was burned at the stake..."
Buffy silently set the book aside. Suddenly she was afraid to learn the ending to this story.
Benedict
It took a lot of phone calls to get her in.
Eventually Giles managed it, but he could only do so much. She paced the halls surrounded by priests and soldiers, frustrated and certain she’d never find her target with the entourage.
It worked out though. When the demon dropped down from the ceiling and she run it though with a pike, the guards were gratifyingly impressed. When the demon melted into a puddle of green.. stuff, the priests were suddenly appreciative.
"I’m still never slaying at the Vatican again, Giles. Some of those paintings and statues are just creepy."
Saint (double drabble)
She’d arrived on soundless feet, on a moonless night. Only the wind could have given her away, carrying her scent to her enemy. Only the wind could have, only the wind did.
The battle was brief but heated. She was taken by surprise, but not unprepared. She (and they) used every advantage. They (and she) exploited every weakness. She had blade and bow on her side; they had teeth and claws. She had everything to live for, they had everything to lose. It came down to numbers, in the end. They were many and she…
She was just one girl.
+++
He found her the next morning. The dew had diluted the blood, but nothing could beautify her body, mutilated and crucified.
He carried her back and told his story. Not the story, just a story. Not that he’d sent her against of evil, not that he’d waited safe (but concerned) inside while she fought and died. No, not that story.
She became beauty, goodness and innocence. They prayed for her, then they prayed to her. They claimed she performed miracles (but ignored the miracles she’d actually performed) and built a statue.
Saint, Slayer. It’s all the same in the end.
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Date: 2007-02-13 05:22 am (UTC)Well done!
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Date: 2007-02-14 01:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-13 09:04 am (UTC)Buffy silently set the book aside. Suddenly she was afraid to learn the ending to this story.
Loved that line. Sigh...
Thank you, well done.
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Date: 2007-02-14 01:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-13 08:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-14 01:17 am (UTC)