Drabble. No guesses as to which pairing.
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slashthedrabble. This time the theme is sight.
Though Angel will stoically deny it if accused by someone like, picking an entirely random example, Spike, he does occasionally lie there watching his partner sleep. After all, if sleep won’t come then there are worse ways of passing a few minutes than reacquainting himself with the curve of the shoulder, the soft shadows of the eyelids, that gentle hollow above the collarbone, and the way…
Angel sighs and tries not to hear Spike laughingly call him an ‘utter sap’. Beside him Wesley sleeps on in rumpled peace.
It was not love at first sight. Both he and Wes have said the same thing concerning each other. It’s not like it really matters now anyway. Even Connor picked up straightaway that this was ‘The Real Deal’. He gave Angel a touching speech about how he doesn’t care whether his father is straight, bent, or spirally inclined, he still never ever wants to walk in on a scene that suggests Angel is not the undead epitome of chastity and virtue.
It’s a full moon outside, and despite the heavy blinds the room is suffused with a silvery soft glow that ebbs in around the top of the window. It soothes away Wesley’s usual battle weary appearance. Skin smoothed, warm shadows fading over scars. He almost looks innocent and untouched. One hand lies half curled on the pillow, and now more than ever those fingers look porcelain delicate and fragile. The tender skin of the throat as if it would tear as easily as fine muslin under the sharpened knife.
Angel closes his eyes a while.
Not love at first sight. No. Not that. He hadn’t felt much of anything really when meeting Wesley for the first time.
When Angelus had met him though. Oh. Now there was a different tale entirely.
slashthedrabble. This time the theme is sight.Though Angel will stoically deny it if accused by someone like, picking an entirely random example, Spike, he does occasionally lie there watching his partner sleep. After all, if sleep won’t come then there are worse ways of passing a few minutes than reacquainting himself with the curve of the shoulder, the soft shadows of the eyelids, that gentle hollow above the collarbone, and the way…
Angel sighs and tries not to hear Spike laughingly call him an ‘utter sap’. Beside him Wesley sleeps on in rumpled peace.
It was not love at first sight. Both he and Wes have said the same thing concerning each other. It’s not like it really matters now anyway. Even Connor picked up straightaway that this was ‘The Real Deal’. He gave Angel a touching speech about how he doesn’t care whether his father is straight, bent, or spirally inclined, he still never ever wants to walk in on a scene that suggests Angel is not the undead epitome of chastity and virtue.
It’s a full moon outside, and despite the heavy blinds the room is suffused with a silvery soft glow that ebbs in around the top of the window. It soothes away Wesley’s usual battle weary appearance. Skin smoothed, warm shadows fading over scars. He almost looks innocent and untouched. One hand lies half curled on the pillow, and now more than ever those fingers look porcelain delicate and fragile. The tender skin of the throat as if it would tear as easily as fine muslin under the sharpened knife.
Angel closes his eyes a while.
Not love at first sight. No. Not that. He hadn’t felt much of anything really when meeting Wesley for the first time.
When Angelus had met him though. Oh. Now there was a different tale entirely.
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Date: 2004-12-30 07:16 pm (UTC)In other words... me likey. :)
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Date: 2004-12-30 07:26 pm (UTC)Thank you! :)
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Date: 2004-12-31 01:11 am (UTC)Pretty please?
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Date: 2004-12-31 04:22 am (UTC)By the way, when are you coming to London?
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Date: 2004-12-31 09:01 am (UTC)Um, well sometime in the new year I suppose. Hopefully sooner rather than later. If you guys want to go on a Fri/Sat/Sun that would be cool. Just let me know what dates would be good and I will be there with bells on! :)
And thank you!
OMG!
Date: 2004-12-31 05:50 pm (UTC)*dances around*
Oh, and yummy drabble, luv. 'Twas mighty enjoyable.
Re: OMG!
Date: 2004-12-31 06:23 pm (UTC)There is not enough decent Angelus/Wes fic in this world. Any new contributions should be showered with rose petals. *nods*
*hugs* Thank you, and a happy new year! :)
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