"Understudy" a response to a "Where is Giles' head at this season?"
challenge.
Rated pg-13, character death, angsty, kinda squicky.
I am unspoiled, so any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental!
author talbot
authors note: sometimes, i take things in a horribly literal way, in
this case, "where is Giles' head at this season?"
i do apoligize.
feedback is good in helping one retain their soul!
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"Understudy"
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I have tried.
After I found it, I gleaned as much information as I could
from what remained, but much of it was lost to me.
Glimmers of the man he was, and overriding all else,
the "MISSION".
I did the best I could, I have continued the mission,
I have provided what support I can.
But I am, at best, an understudy.
I am not the real thing, merely a substitute.
I know that they are fooled.
AndIi feel sorry at the thought.
When this is over, if we all survive, I think I shall
just slip away quietly from the girl.
I know it will cause her pain, but he had done so in the past,
leaving, for her 'own good', to let her 'grow up'.
I have played his part, as best I can.
But it is no life for a Kri'kNa-hamnalok Demon,
impersonating a Watcher of the Slayer of our kind.
But the "MISSION", the "MISSION" calls, even to me.
And if I survive this, I vow to retrieve his head from the
dank 'shelf' under the London streetcorner where I found it,
discarded like an empty beer tin, and I will put it in a
place of honor.
What else could i do for the human whose death has given me a
higher purpose?
A "MISSION".
And my own chance for redemption.
Goodbye Mister Ruper' G'les.
Wish me luck.
challenge.
Rated pg-13, character death, angsty, kinda squicky.
I am unspoiled, so any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental!
author talbot
authors note: sometimes, i take things in a horribly literal way, in
this case, "where is Giles' head at this season?"
i do apoligize.
feedback is good in helping one retain their soul!
******************
"Understudy"
******************
I have tried.
After I found it, I gleaned as much information as I could
from what remained, but much of it was lost to me.
Glimmers of the man he was, and overriding all else,
the "MISSION".
I did the best I could, I have continued the mission,
I have provided what support I can.
But I am, at best, an understudy.
I am not the real thing, merely a substitute.
I know that they are fooled.
AndIi feel sorry at the thought.
When this is over, if we all survive, I think I shall
just slip away quietly from the girl.
I know it will cause her pain, but he had done so in the past,
leaving, for her 'own good', to let her 'grow up'.
I have played his part, as best I can.
But it is no life for a Kri'kNa-hamnalok Demon,
impersonating a Watcher of the Slayer of our kind.
But the "MISSION", the "MISSION" calls, even to me.
And if I survive this, I vow to retrieve his head from the
dank 'shelf' under the London streetcorner where I found it,
discarded like an empty beer tin, and I will put it in a
place of honor.
What else could i do for the human whose death has given me a
higher purpose?
A "MISSION".
And my own chance for redemption.
Goodbye Mister Ruper' G'les.
Wish me luck.