100 words of Ethan/Giles from Ethan's POV.

During the day Ethan goes about his life. Floats from city to city, never stays long. Nicks wallets to keep him in cigarettes and food. Drinks, smokes, snorts, sniffs whatever is handy wherever he is. Fucks women, fucks men, whoever catches his passing fancy. Attempts spells each more dangerous then the last, embraces chaos.

Only at night does he let himself remember. Only then will he let the tears come. And come they do, spilling down his cheeks until he’s wrung dry, empty, numb. Only then can he sleep.

It’s years before his nights are his own again.

Not Ripper’s.

From: [identity profile] eatenbyweasels.livejournal.com


Aagh! Poor ol'Ethan - I'm in the middle of a G/E drabble series in a similar vein. This rings so true. Loved it.

From: [identity profile] darkhavens.livejournal.com


He never did manage to get completely over ol' Ripper, did he? Every time he popped up in Sunnydale he was practically screaming 'See me! Notice me! Touch me!'

Love this. Very real.
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