Deep Ellum Thankgiving, Post #32
Nov. 22nd, 2018 11:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
usedtobeljsFor all who celebrate today, a happy day with abundance of what you love.
And for all who care, three drabbles of a Deep Ellum Thanksgiving, set now --
Anya is a whirling menace every Thanksgiving morning, since the feast is held at her and Giles's flat.
He is a mere underling in her army, he tells himself at the start of each campaign. And every time she snaps a command at him – take out the trash, deal with the turkey brine, light the candles – he replies with a mild, "Yes, darling."
By the time they're to the third hour, she simply has to raise her eyebrows and he knows his task.
By the fourth hour, with all prepared, she kisses him. "Well done, soldier. I'm thankful for you."
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Fred appreciates so much about her life. She remembers Pylea, she remembers apocalypse upon apocalypse, she remembers losses and sorrow. But she's here now.
Today she watches Lindsey prepare the sides they're taking to the Deep Ellum feast, watches him bustle around with his hair tied back and an apron around his waist, watches him chop and measure and cook. He's better at this than she is.
He's so much better than she thinks he knows. And they've got time….
Her hands go to his apron strings, and set him free for her arms and kisses. It's Thanksgiving, all right.
.....................
Gunn has grown accustomed to loneliness on the holidays.
Oh, he's had great friends and colleagues, from Angel to Wes and Faith, and he's got important work he's good at. But for years he ached for his own family, for traditions lost a decade ago. He's felt alone in the crowd, remembering his brushes with hell.
Today, though – "Just 'bout ready to go. This mac and cheese taste right to you, babe?" Ruth says, and offers a spoonful. It tastes more than right. It's like his mom's.
"That's what I call home," he says, and kisses her smile, thankful, here.
And for all who care, three drabbles of a Deep Ellum Thanksgiving, set now --
Anya is a whirling menace every Thanksgiving morning, since the feast is held at her and Giles's flat.
He is a mere underling in her army, he tells himself at the start of each campaign. And every time she snaps a command at him – take out the trash, deal with the turkey brine, light the candles – he replies with a mild, "Yes, darling."
By the time they're to the third hour, she simply has to raise her eyebrows and he knows his task.
By the fourth hour, with all prepared, she kisses him. "Well done, soldier. I'm thankful for you."
...................
Fred appreciates so much about her life. She remembers Pylea, she remembers apocalypse upon apocalypse, she remembers losses and sorrow. But she's here now.
Today she watches Lindsey prepare the sides they're taking to the Deep Ellum feast, watches him bustle around with his hair tied back and an apron around his waist, watches him chop and measure and cook. He's better at this than she is.
He's so much better than she thinks he knows. And they've got time….
Her hands go to his apron strings, and set him free for her arms and kisses. It's Thanksgiving, all right.
.....................
Gunn has grown accustomed to loneliness on the holidays.
Oh, he's had great friends and colleagues, from Angel to Wes and Faith, and he's got important work he's good at. But for years he ached for his own family, for traditions lost a decade ago. He's felt alone in the crowd, remembering his brushes with hell.
Today, though – "Just 'bout ready to go. This mac and cheese taste right to you, babe?" Ruth says, and offers a spoonful. It tastes more than right. It's like his mom's.
"That's what I call home," he says, and kisses her smile, thankful, here.
