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An Angel drabble and icon.
Angel
He turned his back on the past when he exploded the unbeating heart of his sire with the wooden stake. He made his choice.
Afterward as the Slayer, her Watcher, her friends all talk at once, he, the ever-elusive, slips away. When they’d gone he comes back. To stare at the small pile of dust on the floor.
He gets to his knees, slips off his shirt and gathers what dust he can with it. On the way home he’ll shake it out under a tree, where there’ll be shade.
His life with Darla is finished, once and for all.
Angel
He turned his back on the past when he exploded the unbeating heart of his sire with the wooden stake. He made his choice.
Afterward as the Slayer, her Watcher, her friends all talk at once, he, the ever-elusive, slips away. When they’d gone he comes back. To stare at the small pile of dust on the floor.
He gets to his knees, slips off his shirt and gathers what dust he can with it. On the way home he’ll shake it out under a tree, where there’ll be shade.
His life with Darla is finished, once and for all.