FF: "Sunset" (Angel)
Title: Sunset
Author: raz0r.girl (raz0rgirl)
Fandom: Angel the Series
Rating: FRK+ or T or something for some minor language.
Pairing: Gen.
Warnings: none
Recipient: kajikia for the apocalyptothon ’07 challenge
Request: Something old skool, with a focus on Gunn, Cordy, and Wes. Gen or the pairing of your choice.
Summary: what do you do when the world’s about to end-for real-and you can’t do anything to change it?
Notes: Profound apologies for how late this is. And for it being mostly dialogue (that’s what wanted to get written-I may revisit it to make it more narrative sometime in the future). Consider this an AU that diverges in the middle of season 2 after "The Thin Dead Line”. 4300 words, give or take.
Massive thanks to general_jinjur for taking several beta passes at this at extremely short notice.
They stood on the roof of the hotel with the setting sun behind them and watched as the planet’s shadow crept higher. The sky darkened in slow increments. The familiar dusky pinks and blues were accented by a haze of emerald clouds, making the horizon look as though it had grown a covering of verdigris.
“It’s beautiful,” Cordelia said. “It shouldn’t be so beautiful.”
( follow the fake cut ) or ( read it in your own journal's style )
Author: raz0r.girl (raz0rgirl)
Fandom: Angel the Series
Rating: FRK+ or T or something for some minor language.
Pairing: Gen.
Warnings: none
Recipient: kajikia for the apocalyptothon ’07 challenge
Request: Something old skool, with a focus on Gunn, Cordy, and Wes. Gen or the pairing of your choice.
Summary: what do you do when the world’s about to end-for real-and you can’t do anything to change it?
Notes: Profound apologies for how late this is. And for it being mostly dialogue (that’s what wanted to get written-I may revisit it to make it more narrative sometime in the future). Consider this an AU that diverges in the middle of season 2 after "The Thin Dead Line”. 4300 words, give or take.
Massive thanks to general_jinjur for taking several beta passes at this at extremely short notice.
They stood on the roof of the hotel with the setting sun behind them and watched as the planet’s shadow crept higher. The sky darkened in slow increments. The familiar dusky pinks and blues were accented by a haze of emerald clouds, making the horizon look as though it had grown a covering of verdigris.
“It’s beautiful,” Cordelia said. “It shouldn’t be so beautiful.”
( follow the fake cut ) or ( read it in your own journal's style )