#4
For menomegirl.
Pain
Aftermath. Illyria off to explore the world. Spike to find his one true love. Angel was alone again and how could Lorne have gotten the one thing he’d asked him to do so fucking wrong?
Lindsey. Dead. Gone. Forever.
As if that was even close to what Angel had told Lorne. As if Angel could even contemplate going on without that biting smile, those eyes and intoxicatingly warm skin that heated his bed after being cold for so very long. The fights that turned to passion, arguments into lust, self-denial into a rush of desire that had burnt them both.
Pain
Aftermath. Illyria off to explore the world. Spike to find his one true love. Angel was alone again and how could Lorne have gotten the one thing he’d asked him to do so fucking wrong?
Lindsey. Dead. Gone. Forever.
As if that was even close to what Angel had told Lorne. As if Angel could even contemplate going on without that biting smile, those eyes and intoxicatingly warm skin that heated his bed after being cold for so very long. The fights that turned to passion, arguments into lust, self-denial into a rush of desire that had burnt them both.