"Idiots" drabble (Angel, no specific timeframe)
Quickly written drabble done for yhlee:
Idiots. I'm surrounded by idiots.
Especially him.
Angel.
My walking, talking lump of flesh shaped prison grafted onto me by a pack of gypsies.
He’s not real.
I’m the base persona - he’s just a cobbled together shade of the person this body used to have. A shambling idiot who broods all the time over things that I did.
Next time I get out (and there will be a next time) I’ll explain it all to them. Painfully.
The name is Angelus. This is my body, and Angel’s just a squatter.
Why can’t they see that?
Idiots. I'm surrounded by idiots.
Idiots. I'm surrounded by idiots.
Especially him.
Angel.
My walking, talking lump of flesh shaped prison grafted onto me by a pack of gypsies.
He’s not real.
I’m the base persona - he’s just a cobbled together shade of the person this body used to have. A shambling idiot who broods all the time over things that I did.
Next time I get out (and there will be a next time) I’ll explain it all to them. Painfully.
The name is Angelus. This is my body, and Angel’s just a squatter.
Why can’t they see that?
Idiots. I'm surrounded by idiots.