Drabble: Regret, Faith/Wes, G
I am SO going to finish these. So there.
Title: Regret
Author: maryfic
Disclaimer: Joss owns them.
Feedback: Please. Thank you.
Rating/Pairing: G, Faith/Wes if you squint.
Rating: G. But not happy, oh, no. That would ask for too much.
Word Count: 122 (I am trying, my darling amazing drabbler snogged!)
Setting: Post Angel S5, post the comics, also.
A/N: For the Thanksgiving Drabble Challenge.
Her fingers traced over the crumbling stone. Who had put this here, after the final battle?
It didn’t matter.
Weren’t slayer supposed to go first? Her eyes burned, unfamiliar waters bracing against the dam.
He should have lived to see this - the rogue demon hunter.
The best Watcher she’d ever had…and thrown away.
Rain soaked her leathers - something else they’d had in common, once - when she’d been trying to redeem herself, be an Angel with a soul.
But she wasn’t like that. And neither was he.
No one came to her side as she rose, leaving nothing of her precense behind but two footprints
in the grass and a cleared space in the moss-covered stone.
That, and a lingering fog of regret.
END
Title: Regret
Author: maryfic
Disclaimer: Joss owns them.
Feedback: Please. Thank you.
Rating/Pairing: G, Faith/Wes if you squint.
Rating: G. But not happy, oh, no. That would ask for too much.
Word Count: 122 (I am trying, my darling amazing drabbler snogged!)
Setting: Post Angel S5, post the comics, also.
A/N: For the Thanksgiving Drabble Challenge.
Her fingers traced over the crumbling stone. Who had put this here, after the final battle?
It didn’t matter.
Weren’t slayer supposed to go first? Her eyes burned, unfamiliar waters bracing against the dam.
He should have lived to see this - the rogue demon hunter.
The best Watcher she’d ever had…and thrown away.
Rain soaked her leathers - something else they’d had in common, once - when she’d been trying to redeem herself, be an Angel with a soul.
But she wasn’t like that. And neither was he.
No one came to her side as she rose, leaving nothing of her precense behind but two footprints
in the grass and a cleared space in the moss-covered stone.
That, and a lingering fog of regret.
END