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open_on_sunday challenge "rain". Wesley/Giles, post AtS S3/BtVS S6, rated G, warning for schmoop.
It’s a cliché to admit, but Wesley missed English rain. He watches it from the window. Misty at first, then a downpour, and now a steady sprinkle. Good for the garden, they say.
He had grown to love California and the people there. The weather was warm and his friends were always welcoming. Were always, but not anymore.
He senses Giles before he feels his arms encircle him and his lips on the back of his neck. It hurts that he’s lost so much, and yet…
Giles sighs. “Good for the garden.”
Wesley smiles. He’s home. “Good for the soul.”
open_on_sunday challenge "rain". Wesley/Giles, post AtS S3/BtVS S6, rated G, warning for schmoop.It’s a cliché to admit, but Wesley missed English rain. He watches it from the window. Misty at first, then a downpour, and now a steady sprinkle. Good for the garden, they say.
He had grown to love California and the people there. The weather was warm and his friends were always welcoming. Were always, but not anymore.
He senses Giles before he feels his arms encircle him and his lips on the back of his neck. It hurts that he’s lost so much, and yet…
Giles sighs. “Good for the garden.”
Wesley smiles. He’s home. “Good for the soul.”
