Apparently, one was not enough for me today. My brain must be liking the three sentence limit, even if it's choosing to define "sentence" very loosely.
BtvS/Supernatural, Giles/John, nesting for
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commentfic John watched through half closed eyes, spent and boneless, collapsed on the floor because his knees would no longer hold him, pants sill caught up on his boots, as the librarian picked up the books they’d strewn across the floor, slotting and sorting his way back into whatever passed for normal in his tweedy world.
A large, leather-clad volume titled ‘Deaomnis Liberte’ entered his field of view accompanied by a very British throat-clearing noise, “Yes, well… I do believe this volume contains what you’re looking for, Mr. Winchester.” The man had somehow made himself presentable again, tucked and tidied, but his hair was sticking up in back and his neck was still flushed with heat and John thought that even if the man hadn’t had an outstanding arcane collection, he’d still be looking for an excuse to pass through Sunnydale again very soon.
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Actually, I think the other one I did is more of a danger. I just feel lucky I don't have any *plots* in mind for that one, because the idea's so very, very clear...