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| [ Book Of Daniel] by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) glossingOz/Giles. Beautiful and more about what isn't said than what is. "T-that is," Giles continues, trying to frown, "the school is closed for the summer. Perhaps you were mis-misinformed. As an incoming pupil, you can't be expected to know the, the, rules. And the regulations."
"I'm a senior." He holds up his hand as Giles tries to stammer his apology. "It's okay. But, man, have you *seen* the public library?"
"No, I haven't."
He shakes his head, smile faint. "Poor old Tony Panizzi'd spin in his grave. It's all videos and CDs and a couple crappy computers someone donated for the tax break. I want a book, I figure I'll come here."
Giles hears his mouth open -- small pop of the jaw -- and close -- whisper of dry lips. Senior? Panizzi? How can a small California child with hair that color and telltale bloodshot eyes possibly know who Panizzi was? The boy lopes up the steps into the stacks, evidently satisfied of his right to be here. | |
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| [ Acoustic, Or, Love Without Accompaniment] by zortifiedGiles/Oz. Quiet and sad and lovely. Oz woke up, opening his eyes to realise it was still very late -- or possibly very early -- and Giles wasn't in bed. The sound of a guitar told him what had woken him, and where Giles was. He stayed where he was, listening, to find out whether or not he should go down.
There were a lot of nights when Giles couldn't sleep. When he was angry or still wound up from the night's patrols, he'd play rock music. When he'd been drinking, he'd play old school punk and his accent would flatten out to something Oz never heard from him otherwise.
Once in awhile he'd play love songs and that would be Oz' cue to go downstairs and get seduced, or throw his shorts over the railing to let his lover know he should come back to bed. He didn't just do that one at night, of course. Sometimes Giles would even hum a song when they were driving home, and Oz would have to race him to get indoors before the clothes started coming off.
But tonight Giles was playing something softly, something vaguely classical. Oz rolled over and found Giles' pillow, and held it closely, and wished it was Giles he was holding. | |
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| [ 'Til It Bleeds Daylight] by level_threeGiles/Oz. This story hits you very hard. Set in the Wishverse. Oz awoke. For a minute, he felt fine, but the strange scent in the air nagged quietly at his edge of his consciousness like some half-suppressed, terrible memory, and then the knowledge of what had happened the previous night settled on him hard. It was like learning about Dev's fate all over again. He breathed in slowly, then opened his eyes. Giles had just come into the room, hair damp. Oz rolled back over onto his stomach and closed them again. He wondered how long he could stay there before Giles would make him leave.
"How are you feeling?" Giles asked quietly.
"Pretty much how you'd expect," Oz muttered into the pillow.
"Did you know him well?"
"Since we were little kids."
"I'm sorry."
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