Title: Lighting the Tree
Fandom: BtVS
Summary: Ethan’s looking for a bit of extra attention. What a surprise. ;-)
Rating: G
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but they will be... once I've taken over the world! Bwah-ha-ha
Note: Written for a prompt at Open on Sunday: fire
Note: Not necessarily a sequel to Of Old Mystics, but I was thinking of that most excellent Giles/Ethan tale when I wrote this. I highly recommend it ("it" being "Of Old Mystics" although I do very much like my own story as well!)
Word Count: 132
Feeling a surge of Ethan's magic, Rupert stepped quickly into the darkened living room. “What are you doing?”
Ethan gestured toward the tree, decorated but unlit. “There obviously needs to be flame. It's traditional.”
It sounded sensible, but Rupert knew Ethan. “I'd rather prefer to have a tree this year, and not a charred stick.”
Ethan turned away, but Rupert could feel his smile. “One little fire imp and I'm never forgiven.”
Wrapping his arms around Ethan, Rupert replied, “I merely said I'd prefer not to repeat the experience.”
“Well, what do you suggest then? That I never perform magic again?”
“Why don't we light the tree together?” As they joined their magic into one, Ethan leaned into his husband and purred, and Rupert knew this is what he'd wanted all along.
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