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menomegirl) wrote2006-06-05 09:08 pm
menomegirl) wrote2006-06-05 09:08 pm
Another Drabble.....
Because I was asked....concurrent to events of Wish Fulfillment.
Envy
POV:Angel
Timeline:Set after the episode "The Yoko Factor"
Rating-Anyone
Word Count:270
Shattered images and fragments filtered through a mind tired, a body bone-weary, healing itself of the injuries incurred in days past as the sleep of day crept up to claim him, voices whispering through his thoughts, scattered like leaves blowing on the wind.
The golden, sunlit hues of a boy in his mind. He'd been strong, built to fight and trained to kill. Eyes that locked on his own, a body poised to fight, that didn't back down, not even when quiet vulnerability crept into his voice, because there had been steel underneath.
A chin risen in defiance, silent challenge accepted and met and despite everything, Angel had been impressed, for the boy had fought well. He had held up where most humans wouldn't have, spurned on by what Angel knew was rage, fueled by jealousy because he himself had been filled with it.
The boy, who was able to walk in the sunlight, a boy who would be all the things for Buffy that Angel couldn't be. This boy would have-has had-things he would never touch again. Things that were only a dim dream to the vampire. He had her.
No....Angel didn't like him and yet...there was a grudging kind of respect mixed in with the dislike and a disquieting feeling in the pit of his gut. He didn't know why that was, only that it was.
Might hurt you
Shaking his head, the vampire closed his eyes, words softly spoken, full of menace and deadly with promise repeating an endless loop as he fell under the thrall of inevitable sleep.
Please try
*la la la*
Envy
POV:Angel
Timeline:Set after the episode "The Yoko Factor"
Rating-Anyone
Word Count:270
Shattered images and fragments filtered through a mind tired, a body bone-weary, healing itself of the injuries incurred in days past as the sleep of day crept up to claim him, voices whispering through his thoughts, scattered like leaves blowing on the wind.
The golden, sunlit hues of a boy in his mind. He'd been strong, built to fight and trained to kill. Eyes that locked on his own, a body poised to fight, that didn't back down, not even when quiet vulnerability crept into his voice, because there had been steel underneath.
A chin risen in defiance, silent challenge accepted and met and despite everything, Angel had been impressed, for the boy had fought well. He had held up where most humans wouldn't have, spurned on by what Angel knew was rage, fueled by jealousy because he himself had been filled with it.
The boy, who was able to walk in the sunlight, a boy who would be all the things for Buffy that Angel couldn't be. This boy would have-has had-things he would never touch again. Things that were only a dim dream to the vampire. He had her.
No....Angel didn't like him and yet...there was a grudging kind of respect mixed in with the dislike and a disquieting feeling in the pit of his gut. He didn't know why that was, only that it was.
Might hurt you
Shaking his head, the vampire closed his eyes, words softly spoken, full of menace and deadly with promise repeating an endless loop as he fell under the thrall of inevitable sleep.
Please try
*la la la*
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Since before Healthy Attachments? Bad girl! *spanks*
ps-damn fine tag darlin'.