Drabble Fire (4)

Mar 17, 2006 21:02

For fractal_bat, who requested Angelus/Wes. Somehow I don't think this is at all what you were hoping for... I can make restitution if that's the case.

Warning: Not a happy fic. Not at all. Kind of graphic, and not with the nice imagery or outcome. Hopefully, that's vague enough to warn you but not to spoil it.


Remember when I moved in you, the holy dark was moving too, and every breath we drew was hallelujah. - Leonard Cohen

Wes watched from somewhere to the left as Angelus sliced one long line across his pale throat, a parallel line guiding Justine’s scar to meet the other side of his neck.

He squeezed Angel’s hand, his dull, grey, sweat-soaked sheet of a hand.

Betrayal hadn’t left him to rot. It settled in his stomach and took root as the blood flooded up out of his throat.

He watched the crumpled, fading ball of Angel’s soul be forced down his undeserving throat, and how his jaw worked to suck it down, to ingest it, to kill it so Angel might find some peace. Or maybe it was he who wanted the peace.

Angel had trusted him this one last time, and look what Wesley was doing to him.

my fic, drabble, angelus/wes

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