when regiment is gone (kindkit) wrote,
when regiment is gone

an excuse to be pretentious

This week's open_on_sunday challenge was "poetry." Well, I steal from poetry all the time anyway, but it's always nice have additional incentive.

Title: Wild Nights
Rating: PG
Summary: This is Giles/Oz, circa early S2. Related to It's Like Jazz, but it can definitely be read independently.

On the nights he spends alone, Giles longs for storms. Peaceful sunsets and still nights are a mockery then, when inside he's crackling with ozone, shaken by jagged drafts and spirals of winds, vibrating to the low, grief-loaded pitch of thunder. He wants to stand in the flash-illuminated garden, rain-soaked and shivering.

On the nights (they come almost as seldom as rain) he spends with Oz, Giles also longs for storms. The bed's a shelter then, a harbor from wind and weather, quiet even when they thrash and tumble across it. It's safety, port, home.

There are never storms enough.

The reference here is to Emily Dickinsons's "Wild Nights":

Wild Nights--Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile--the Winds--
To a Heart in port--
Done with the Compass--
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden--
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor--Tonight--
In thee!
Tags: fic: buffyverse, fic: drabbles
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