BtVS: Bonfire Night (6/?)
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alixtiiTitle: Bonfire Night (6/?)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Dawn/Giles, Madelyn
Rating: PG
Summary/Notes: A family celebrates a British holiday and suffers an attack of British poetry. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
karabair. This fic involves Eliot's poem "The Hollow Men." You can find it here.
First part can be found here.
Second part can be found here.
Third part can be found here.
Fourth part can be found here.
Fifth part can be found here.
Bath, England—November 5, 2019
Remember, remember the fifth of November, gunpowder, treason, and plot,
I see no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent to blow up the King and the Parliament.
Giles concentrates, lets his mind fall into the Cloutier trance. He’s uncertain at first. He’s cast plenty of spells, but hasn’t really experimented with different mental states since his Ripper days.
When he opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is Dawn, fading into and out of existence. He’s taken back at first, then realizes it’s only how the trance is interpreting her status as the Key. He sees faint signatures of other spells that have been cast in their house. He turns and Madelyn shines with light and darkness, pulsating with the sheer magnitude of her inherited powers.
“This is the way the world ends,” Madelyn whispers, but the trance amplifies her voice even as it distorts it, “not with a bang but a whimper.” He hears another voice mixed within it, speaking in unison with her. He looks closer and can see Madelyn’s voice as she recites Eliot’s verse, watch it shimmer as she breathes in and out. And there, in the middle of the light and dark, there is a part to her breath which is foreign. From the metaphorical perspective of the Cloutier trance, it is quite clear that Madelyn has been quite literally breathing in and out the demonic energies. He follows the trail of the demonic signature as it travels from Madelyn outside the house through the window.
He looks out the window and everything falls into place.
Three score barrels of powder below,
Poor old England to overthrow:
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, make the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
Hip hip hoorah!
TBC. . . . here
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Dawn/Giles, Madelyn
Rating: PG
Summary/Notes: A family celebrates a British holiday and suffers an attack of British poetry. For
karabair. This fic involves Eliot's poem "The Hollow Men." You can find it here.Second part can be found here.
Third part can be found here.
Fourth part can be found here.
Fifth part can be found here.
Bath, England—November 5, 2019
I see no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent to blow up the King and the Parliament.
Giles concentrates, lets his mind fall into the Cloutier trance. He’s uncertain at first. He’s cast plenty of spells, but hasn’t really experimented with different mental states since his Ripper days.
When he opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is Dawn, fading into and out of existence. He’s taken back at first, then realizes it’s only how the trance is interpreting her status as the Key. He sees faint signatures of other spells that have been cast in their house. He turns and Madelyn shines with light and darkness, pulsating with the sheer magnitude of her inherited powers.
“This is the way the world ends,” Madelyn whispers, but the trance amplifies her voice even as it distorts it, “not with a bang but a whimper.” He hears another voice mixed within it, speaking in unison with her. He looks closer and can see Madelyn’s voice as she recites Eliot’s verse, watch it shimmer as she breathes in and out. And there, in the middle of the light and dark, there is a part to her breath which is foreign. From the metaphorical perspective of the Cloutier trance, it is quite clear that Madelyn has been quite literally breathing in and out the demonic energies. He follows the trail of the demonic signature as it travels from Madelyn outside the house through the window.
He looks out the window and everything falls into place.
Poor old England to overthrow:
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, make the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
Hip hip hoorah!
TBC. . . . here
