Good morning world
Apr. 14th, 2004 01:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lonelybritAh, last night was calming. Friend came over and we 'awww'-ed over ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
theferretgirl's baby ferret pics. Then we crashed at another friend's house, watched Puppet!Angel, drank rum, ate chocolate, and watched 'Touching the Void'.(*Brilliant* film, by the way. Very worth watching.)
Not entirely sure what my outlook on life is at the moment. However, it's either 'putting things into perspective' or 'denial'. Either way, I'm returning my attention to upcoming exams. Ye Gods, two weeks now!
Oh. And I wrote a drabble forrandyfangame. Not sure where it came from, but it might have been my friend's reaction at the end of 'Smile Time.'
Typical.
Even though Angel can smell the blood, Wesley assures him it's nothing. Barely a scratch. He helps dispose of the demon and its acolytes without so much as a wince.
Two days later and Angel starts to smell the sickness, sharp and bitter, catching like sand in his throat. He watches as colour begins to fade, shadows taking hold. Then he pulls rank and soon medical files are scattered over his desk amidst the tatters of so called confidentiality.
Wesley takes it all in his stride and Angel could hate him for being so calm, so accepting. Maybe it shows. Though working flat out, everyone tiptoes round him as if on eggshells. Afraid of being the proverbial last straw perhaps.
Unwelcome deja-vu finds Angel back in the medical wing. The poison has given Wesley's eyes an unnatural brilliance. Clear and crystal, letting Angel see oh so clearly the emptiness that lies in wait. It draws him in, except the kiss that follows does not taste of grief or goodbye. The look he receives feels like they have forever, despite the Doctor only giving them till morning.
The hand under his turns, closes, as Wes gives a wry smile.
"Typical."
*hugs* to everyone. You guys are lovely :)
theferretgirl's baby ferret pics. Then we crashed at another friend's house, watched Puppet!Angel, drank rum, ate chocolate, and watched 'Touching the Void'.(*Brilliant* film, by the way. Very worth watching.)Not entirely sure what my outlook on life is at the moment. However, it's either 'putting things into perspective' or 'denial'. Either way, I'm returning my attention to upcoming exams. Ye Gods, two weeks now!
Oh. And I wrote a drabble for
randyfangame. Not sure where it came from, but it might have been my friend's reaction at the end of 'Smile Time.'Typical.
Even though Angel can smell the blood, Wesley assures him it's nothing. Barely a scratch. He helps dispose of the demon and its acolytes without so much as a wince.
Two days later and Angel starts to smell the sickness, sharp and bitter, catching like sand in his throat. He watches as colour begins to fade, shadows taking hold. Then he pulls rank and soon medical files are scattered over his desk amidst the tatters of so called confidentiality.
Wesley takes it all in his stride and Angel could hate him for being so calm, so accepting. Maybe it shows. Though working flat out, everyone tiptoes round him as if on eggshells. Afraid of being the proverbial last straw perhaps.
Unwelcome deja-vu finds Angel back in the medical wing. The poison has given Wesley's eyes an unnatural brilliance. Clear and crystal, letting Angel see oh so clearly the emptiness that lies in wait. It draws him in, except the kiss that follows does not taste of grief or goodbye. The look he receives feels like they have forever, despite the Doctor only giving them till morning.
The hand under his turns, closes, as Wes gives a wry smile.
"Typical."
*hugs* to everyone. You guys are lovely :)
