Giles/Ethan drabble

[doyle]

Quickie drabble for connorbeast who wanted 16-year-old Giles, punk, and chaos magic.

The Fourth, the Fifth

And if you hold yourself just right, sneer in that way that says you don't give a flying fuck about anything, people don't notice you're just a sixteen-year-old posh boy playing street. Except Ethan with his cool thoughtful smiles, because Ethan is the first person in your entire life to notice everything about you.

Ethan teaches you about Janus, god of the doorways, and Ethan helps you crack open some of those doors. This is magic as you always imagined it, not the staid and hallowed rituals of your forefathers, and it makes you think of the music that your father complains is mindless noise.

Years later you will be oh so respectable and you will try to forget the magic and the music, and when you pick up a guitar you will not think about the bedsit in Bethnal Green, Ethan's fingers guiding you to D, to A.

But you are sixteen and the chaos crackles across your teeth and tongue and makes you gasp. Later that night, when Ethan creeps into your bed, you can still taste it on his skin.

Comments

[tnh.livejournal.com]

Very nice. Perfect title.