Drabble: 200 words of soft Angel/Wes
Nov. 26th, 2004 03:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lonelybritAgain, set post Not Fade Away. Possibly set in the same verse as the dragon, but possibly not. Anyway, again it's just an excuse for fuzziness. Crossposted at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashthedrabble, where the theme was:
Angel’s entertained many different fantasies over the years, often needed them. Some silly and simple; like being able to fly or being that ballet dancer who moved as if pure poetry ran in his veins.
Others more bitter because they could have been real. Kissing Buffy under a full moon, or Cordelia atop a cliff. Dreams of showing Connor the sea for the very first time, wistful images of a candlelit Thanksgiving dinner. These still linger even when all hope has gone.
A vivid few he wants to forget, to stop completely, but even demons will dream. Searing fantasies of an old lifestyle filled with revenge and bloody enjoyment in feeling creatures break under his fingers.
Oddly enough, Angel never had a fantasy about Wesley. At least, not that kind. The kind where the person you loved returns from the dead and you both get that second chance. He would have dreamt it, Angel knows that. At the time, though, the simple pain of unexpected heartbreak drove all dreams and comfort out of his head. But as he curls around the warm satiated body sleeping beside him, Angel decides that, for tonight at least, perhaps the fantasies simply aren’t needed.
slashthedrabble, where the theme was:Angel’s entertained many different fantasies over the years, often needed them. Some silly and simple; like being able to fly or being that ballet dancer who moved as if pure poetry ran in his veins.
Others more bitter because they could have been real. Kissing Buffy under a full moon, or Cordelia atop a cliff. Dreams of showing Connor the sea for the very first time, wistful images of a candlelit Thanksgiving dinner. These still linger even when all hope has gone.
A vivid few he wants to forget, to stop completely, but even demons will dream. Searing fantasies of an old lifestyle filled with revenge and bloody enjoyment in feeling creatures break under his fingers.
Oddly enough, Angel never had a fantasy about Wesley. At least, not that kind. The kind where the person you loved returns from the dead and you both get that second chance. He would have dreamt it, Angel knows that. At the time, though, the simple pain of unexpected heartbreak drove all dreams and comfort out of his head. But as he curls around the warm satiated body sleeping beside him, Angel decides that, for tonight at least, perhaps the fantasies simply aren’t needed.
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Date: 2004-11-25 08:04 pm (UTC)