A couple more drabbles

[beer_good_foamy]

My usual two weekly drabbles for open_on_sunday. Prompt: "Memorial".

Dedication (*)

There was somber applause as Giles took the podium, scissors in hand.

"This is not the easiest speech I've ever had to give."

He took a deep breath to steady his voice.

"We never saw eye to eye, and I would be lying if I said I approved of his methods. But he worked for the Council his whole life and paid the ultimate price for it, so... He earned this."

Giles cut the red ribbon.

"It is with the utmost respect that I declare the Quentin Travers Memorial Rubbish Bin open. May it serve as long as he did."


Way Too Late (*)

Sometimes attraction just leads to collision. They had always had a gut-level, almost physical connection, like two halves of one. But there was Angel, and then the murders... some lines you cannot uncross.

But Sunnydale was gone, so many had died and in a motel room, Buffy and Faith clung to each other like two people drowning, hugs leading to groping, words to kisses, sobs to moans. Hands fumbling for hot skin, Buffy pulled at Faith's t-shirt... and saw the knife scar across her belly. A red, jagged line she'd crossed.

"I... I'm sorry. I can't." Buffy turned and ran.