Drabble: The Happiest Day
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The Happiest Day
They make it through the vows without a hitch. The kiss is beautiful, storybook. Not a dry eye in the house.
Floating across the dance floor with his new bride Buffy in his arms, Angel can’t remember ever feeling so happy before. So perfectly happy.
Later, once everybody’s wounds are bandaged and they’ve taken up a collection to reimburse Willow for the Orb of Thesulah, Angel sits down next to Spike on the steps out back.
Spike raises an eyebrow at him, lights a second cigarette. His knuckles are bloody.
“So,” Angel says, “Tell me about that demon in Africa.”
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The Happiest Day
They make it through the vows without a hitch. The kiss is beautiful, storybook. Not a dry eye in the house.
Floating across the dance floor with his new bride Buffy in his arms, Angel can’t remember ever feeling so happy before. So perfectly happy.
Later, once everybody’s wounds are bandaged and they’ve taken up a collection to reimburse Willow for the Orb of Thesulah, Angel sits down next to Spike on the steps out back.
Spike raises an eyebrow at him, lights a second cigarette. His knuckles are bloody.
“So,” Angel says, “Tell me about that demon in Africa.”
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