AtS Ficlet: Dreaming (Angel & Wesley)
Inspired by this post by entrenous88 and its silly conversation about the lack of mermaid fic in the BtVS/AtS fandom, I - weirdly - wrote this serious ficlet. It's set around the time of AtS "Deep Down":
Angel dreamed.
He was holding a tiny Connor. Light flickered across Connor's face.
Angel brushed his hand over Connor's forehead and felt something wet. The light briefly illuminated his hand and Angel saw blood. He brought his hand up and ran his tongue over it. It was just a taste but Angel was consumed with hunger. He wanted more.
He gasped as Connor vanished leaving his hands covered with blood. Angel looked down and saw that he was sitting in a river of blood. It flowed all around him, tantalizing and taunting him.
Angel grasped for Connor as he slowly sank into the blood.
Angel dreamed.
*******
Wesley sat.
He was frozen in stillness as he waited for the demon who crackled with magic to return with his requested ingredients. They were the last items that he needed.
When the musky herbs were extended towards him, Wesley handed over the book. The exchange complete, Wesley walked out without a backward glance at the rare book on powerful dark magic which he had parted with.
Wesley was tired of trolling the ocean. Tired of endless nights gazing into blackness and seeing nothing. He needed to act.
The spell complete, Wesley dove under the water momentarily relieved that it had worked. He easily breathed underwater as he kicked with his temporary tail. His movements through the water were fast as he scanned the depths.
He passed schools of fishes, swam through murky areas with tall plants waving around him and avoided the slowly sinking beer cans.
Wesley swam.
*******
Angel dreamed.
He was at his desk in the Hyperion, surrounded by papers. Magical symbols and scribbles covered the pages.
In the main room Fred was dancing, slowly turning in a graceful pirouette. He could hear Cordy laughing.
Angel stood up, gripping the table and slowly - as if his feet were made of lead - walked towards Cordy. He wanted to be faster. He was filled with an urgency, this knowledge that he must find her.
He was overcome with relief to find Cordy standing in front of him. Tears slowly ran down her cheeks. Angel reached out to wipe off a tear. He arm froze when the sound of banging surrounded him.
Angel woke up.
He was still trapped in a box. The banging continued. The lid of his prison was ripped off by something with superhuman strength. Angel tried to remember what he should do. He couldn't move.
Wes appeared in front of Angel. Angel reached out to touch Wesley's face. Wanting that contact, to know if he was real. If this was real. Light flickered across Wes's face.
Solid arms wrapped around Angel and pulled him out of the box. I must still be dreaming, Angel thought as he collapsed in Wesley's arms.
Angel slept.
End
I just wrote this (and it's unbeta-ed), so feedback is welcome and encouraged!!
Angel dreamed.
He was holding a tiny Connor. Light flickered across Connor's face.
Angel brushed his hand over Connor's forehead and felt something wet. The light briefly illuminated his hand and Angel saw blood. He brought his hand up and ran his tongue over it. It was just a taste but Angel was consumed with hunger. He wanted more.
He gasped as Connor vanished leaving his hands covered with blood. Angel looked down and saw that he was sitting in a river of blood. It flowed all around him, tantalizing and taunting him.
Angel grasped for Connor as he slowly sank into the blood.
Angel dreamed.
*******
Wesley sat.
He was frozen in stillness as he waited for the demon who crackled with magic to return with his requested ingredients. They were the last items that he needed.
When the musky herbs were extended towards him, Wesley handed over the book. The exchange complete, Wesley walked out without a backward glance at the rare book on powerful dark magic which he had parted with.
Wesley was tired of trolling the ocean. Tired of endless nights gazing into blackness and seeing nothing. He needed to act.
The spell complete, Wesley dove under the water momentarily relieved that it had worked. He easily breathed underwater as he kicked with his temporary tail. His movements through the water were fast as he scanned the depths.
He passed schools of fishes, swam through murky areas with tall plants waving around him and avoided the slowly sinking beer cans.
Wesley swam.
*******
Angel dreamed.
He was at his desk in the Hyperion, surrounded by papers. Magical symbols and scribbles covered the pages.
In the main room Fred was dancing, slowly turning in a graceful pirouette. He could hear Cordy laughing.
Angel stood up, gripping the table and slowly - as if his feet were made of lead - walked towards Cordy. He wanted to be faster. He was filled with an urgency, this knowledge that he must find her.
He was overcome with relief to find Cordy standing in front of him. Tears slowly ran down her cheeks. Angel reached out to wipe off a tear. He arm froze when the sound of banging surrounded him.
Angel woke up.
He was still trapped in a box. The banging continued. The lid of his prison was ripped off by something with superhuman strength. Angel tried to remember what he should do. He couldn't move.
Wes appeared in front of Angel. Angel reached out to touch Wesley's face. Wanting that contact, to know if he was real. If this was real. Light flickered across Wes's face.
Solid arms wrapped around Angel and pulled him out of the box. I must still be dreaming, Angel thought as he collapsed in Wesley's arms.
Angel slept.
End
I just wrote this (and it's unbeta-ed), so feedback is welcome and encouraged!!