This is one of those fics that turned out very differently than I'd planned (it was supposed to be much more Giles/Xander-y than it is), yet also it's very much what I'd envisioned in my head. I'm quite happy with it and am pleased that writing Giles continues to be such so enjoyable - so I hope you enjoy too!
Title: The Hard Land of the Winter
Pairing: Giles, Giles/Xander if you squint
Word Count: Exactly 1000 words. In fact it's 2 sections, each 500 words.
Warnings: Tolkien-inspired melancholia, warm tea, anthropomorphized office furniture (or not).
Summary: Set post-Chosen.
It’s not so much odd as unexpected.
An unexpected nostalgia for the narrow stacks, the wooden table, the days and nights that bled into one other as they pored over tomes full of faded text and obscure references. Even for the smell of that floor – a blend of disinfectant and artificial pine.
A/N:: The title comes from Cream's "Tales of Brave Ulysses" (written by Eric Clapton and Martin Sharp). Although this isn't a songfic, a few pieces of lyrics found their way into the fic.
Thanks to the completely awesome and wonderful savoytruffle and spookymonkey for their invaluable pre-reading, betaing and support. Any mistakes are mine (and you're always welcome to point out my mistakes).
Fic: The Hard Land of Winter (Giles, sorta Giles/Xander, PG)