Prompt #3 - Woolly - BtVS - Giles, Spike
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tamingthemuseArgyle Socks
Author: Lilithangel
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
Fandom: BtVS AU mythical future that only exists in my mind.
Characters: Giles, Spike
Genre: just a bit of woolly fluff
Warnings: golf and suggestions of a male/male relationship.
Disclaimer: it wasn’t my fault, I didn’t mean to.
Summary: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ashthedrabble picture prompt #17 and tamingthemuse prompt #3 Woolly.
Word Count: 500
Giles knew he was not cut out for retirement, at least not this form of retirement. He had no idea what fit of madness got him out onto the course in the ridiculous outfit Spike had assured him was just the ticket.
Of course listening to Spike in the first place had to be an indicator of early onset dementia. No matter that the blond vampire had been his roommate for the better part of a year and had a soul. This was still Spike, the annoying punk who littered his bathroom with bleaching products and spilt nail polish on his sheets.
He had not wanted to retire but the Watcher’s Council had pulled him from active duty. One too many injuries made it difficult to sit down for any length of time making a desk job less than appealing. Not that he wanted a desk job with the Council anyway.
He hadn’t been sure what he wanted but a break from the world he inhabited was high on the list.
The unexpected death of a distant uncle had brought Giles a surprising legacy that actually left him a sizable sum of money and a country home.
His newly acquired roommate at the time told him bluntly to get out while he still could while gleefully planning how to spend his newly gained wealth.
It had been surprisingly fun to spend the money with Spike. There were one or two frivolous spends but when they had visited his new residence they had both agreed to spend the bulk on bringing the building back to its former state.
Despite his punk attitudes Spike had a deep reverence for history (having lived enough of it) and ended up doing most of the renovations himself. Spike had joked that some of Harris must have rubbed off and they had both shared a moment of sadness at the loss of the dark haired man.
With the renovations done Giles had started looking for things to occupy his time beyond the enjoyable attentions of his mouthy blond lover.
So here he was holding a club for fun instead of protection and beating up on an innocent white ball instead of demons. With a group of people who had no idea of the life he had lead or the true nature of the boyfriend they all though of as amusingly brash and very artistic.
The sweater was appalling and the pants didn’t even fit him properly. He wasn’t sure where the ball had gone after he hit it and from the looks on his party, nobody else did either.
His clothes did fit in with what everyone was wearing but that just reinforced how stupid he actually looked.
When he got home the golf clubs were going to charity and the clothes were going in the bin.
Except for the woolly argyle socks which were remarkably warm and would be appreciated by his room temperature boyfriend who was always complaining about his cold feet in bed.
THE END
Author: Lilithangel
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
Fandom: BtVS AU mythical future that only exists in my mind.
Characters: Giles, Spike
Genre: just a bit of woolly fluff
Warnings: golf and suggestions of a male/male relationship.
Disclaimer: it wasn’t my fault, I didn’t mean to.
Summary: For the
ashthedrabble picture prompt #17 and tamingthemuse prompt #3 Woolly.Word Count: 500
Giles knew he was not cut out for retirement, at least not this form of retirement. He had no idea what fit of madness got him out onto the course in the ridiculous outfit Spike had assured him was just the ticket.
Of course listening to Spike in the first place had to be an indicator of early onset dementia. No matter that the blond vampire had been his roommate for the better part of a year and had a soul. This was still Spike, the annoying punk who littered his bathroom with bleaching products and spilt nail polish on his sheets.
He had not wanted to retire but the Watcher’s Council had pulled him from active duty. One too many injuries made it difficult to sit down for any length of time making a desk job less than appealing. Not that he wanted a desk job with the Council anyway.
He hadn’t been sure what he wanted but a break from the world he inhabited was high on the list.
The unexpected death of a distant uncle had brought Giles a surprising legacy that actually left him a sizable sum of money and a country home.
His newly acquired roommate at the time told him bluntly to get out while he still could while gleefully planning how to spend his newly gained wealth.
It had been surprisingly fun to spend the money with Spike. There were one or two frivolous spends but when they had visited his new residence they had both agreed to spend the bulk on bringing the building back to its former state.
Despite his punk attitudes Spike had a deep reverence for history (having lived enough of it) and ended up doing most of the renovations himself. Spike had joked that some of Harris must have rubbed off and they had both shared a moment of sadness at the loss of the dark haired man.
With the renovations done Giles had started looking for things to occupy his time beyond the enjoyable attentions of his mouthy blond lover.
So here he was holding a club for fun instead of protection and beating up on an innocent white ball instead of demons. With a group of people who had no idea of the life he had lead or the true nature of the boyfriend they all though of as amusingly brash and very artistic.
The sweater was appalling and the pants didn’t even fit him properly. He wasn’t sure where the ball had gone after he hit it and from the looks on his party, nobody else did either.
His clothes did fit in with what everyone was wearing but that just reinforced how stupid he actually looked.
When he got home the golf clubs were going to charity and the clothes were going in the bin.
Except for the woolly argyle socks which were remarkably warm and would be appreciated by his room temperature boyfriend who was always complaining about his cold feet in bed.
THE END
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Date: 2006-07-30 02:58 am (UTC)thank you,
I am glad the mention of Xander worked I didn't want it to be a completely fluffy piece