And now, for something completely different.
I wrote Oz/Angel.
Being the fan of Glossolalia that I am, I suddenly had Ozvoice in
my head after reading "Boxing Day", which is here:http://www.geocities.com/glossolalia_01/boxingday.html
So, with the original author's blessing:
This is G-rated Angel/Oz, taken as a coda to Glossolalia's "Boxing Day".
Set post "Amends", BtVS season 3.
"New Moon, New Year"
*
New Year's Eve rolled around, as it always did. The management at
the Bronze procrastinated, as they always did and didn't get a band
booked in time. Enter the Dingoes, becoming something of the
default house band. Devon celebrated by smoking up his stash
and taking mellow into a whole new dimension, a place inhabited,
Oz thought, by just one person at a time.
Oz was glad to have the gig. Willow was still giving him hopeful
looks,and he still felt the same tense reluctance to touch her. It
had nothing to do with forgiveness or holding grudges. She
was doing things that startled him and made him wonder about
himself, how he could misread her.
Told her he'd be playing all night, and Will seemed a little
relieved, too. Taking a break from the push-me, pull-you, and
the effort to stay leveled out for both of them. Not that it
was a chore or a burden or he minded. He needed to not think,
just play music. Not think about a lot of things, actually.
Like Boxing Day, and the kisses of a not-enemy. As he told Angel,
Oz liked it. Liked the man, vampire, whatever. The kissing, and
everything else. Odd thing was, he found himself wondering what
Angel was doing, with a feeling of something had happened that
mattered, something important. That he shouldn't leave Angel
out there alone.
Kind of silly.
Good to get up and just stand in the hot lights and play, to
the crowd all drinking and happy, everyone just moving together.
Mellow. Devon's trip to an alternate existence left his voice
a little rough, but it suited the night. Warmish out, the Christmas
snow not even slush. Oz felt good, felt satisfied, his fingers on
the strings, head ducked, wrapping the tune around Devon's voice.
The set ended, and Oz put the guitar pick in his teeth as he
swung the guitar off his shoulder and onto the stand. He stepped
off the stage, and looked at the tall guy standing with his arms
folded. The crowd was flowing around him, and he stood there like
a basalt boulder in the stream.
"Hey," he said to Angel, and picked up a bottle of water from the
edge of the stage.
"Hey," Angel said. He looked Oz straight in the eye, which was a
good change. He uncrossed his arms, jammed his hands in his pockets.
Oz, deciding to cut to the chase, said, "Thought about coming by.
Figured you were working on some guilt trip or another."
Angel looked a little startled, but didn't look away. "Kind of,
but I thought about what you said. About saving it for something
important."
"Good idea. It's all cool, man." Oz took a sip of water. Angel
was pretty much as fine looking as he remembered, and it gave him
a buzz, in a way, that he'd gotten it on with such a big, football-
player type. He tipped his head towards him, and said, softly,
"It's okay, Angel. It's all okay." Soothingly, like he needed something
from Oz. Like there was something he wanted from Oz.
"Okay," Angel said, and finally, smiled.
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Being the fan of Glossolalia that I am, I suddenly had Ozvoice in
my head after reading "Boxing Day", which is here:http://www.geocities.com/glossolalia_01/boxingday.html
So, with the original author's blessing:
This is G-rated Angel/Oz, taken as a coda to Glossolalia's "Boxing Day".
Set post "Amends", BtVS season 3.
"New Moon, New Year"
*
New Year's Eve rolled around, as it always did. The management at
the Bronze procrastinated, as they always did and didn't get a band
booked in time. Enter the Dingoes, becoming something of the
default house band. Devon celebrated by smoking up his stash
and taking mellow into a whole new dimension, a place inhabited,
Oz thought, by just one person at a time.
Oz was glad to have the gig. Willow was still giving him hopeful
looks,and he still felt the same tense reluctance to touch her. It
had nothing to do with forgiveness or holding grudges. She
was doing things that startled him and made him wonder about
himself, how he could misread her.
Told her he'd be playing all night, and Will seemed a little
relieved, too. Taking a break from the push-me, pull-you, and
the effort to stay leveled out for both of them. Not that it
was a chore or a burden or he minded. He needed to not think,
just play music. Not think about a lot of things, actually.
Like Boxing Day, and the kisses of a not-enemy. As he told Angel,
Oz liked it. Liked the man, vampire, whatever. The kissing, and
everything else. Odd thing was, he found himself wondering what
Angel was doing, with a feeling of something had happened that
mattered, something important. That he shouldn't leave Angel
out there alone.
Kind of silly.
Good to get up and just stand in the hot lights and play, to
the crowd all drinking and happy, everyone just moving together.
Mellow. Devon's trip to an alternate existence left his voice
a little rough, but it suited the night. Warmish out, the Christmas
snow not even slush. Oz felt good, felt satisfied, his fingers on
the strings, head ducked, wrapping the tune around Devon's voice.
The set ended, and Oz put the guitar pick in his teeth as he
swung the guitar off his shoulder and onto the stand. He stepped
off the stage, and looked at the tall guy standing with his arms
folded. The crowd was flowing around him, and he stood there like
a basalt boulder in the stream.
"Hey," he said to Angel, and picked up a bottle of water from the
edge of the stage.
"Hey," Angel said. He looked Oz straight in the eye, which was a
good change. He uncrossed his arms, jammed his hands in his pockets.
Oz, deciding to cut to the chase, said, "Thought about coming by.
Figured you were working on some guilt trip or another."
Angel looked a little startled, but didn't look away. "Kind of,
but I thought about what you said. About saving it for something
important."
"Good idea. It's all cool, man." Oz took a sip of water. Angel
was pretty much as fine looking as he remembered, and it gave him
a buzz, in a way, that he'd gotten it on with such a big, football-
player type. He tipped his head towards him, and said, softly,
"It's okay, Angel. It's all okay." Soothingly, like he needed something
from Oz. Like there was something he wanted from Oz.
"Okay," Angel said, and finally, smiled.
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