BtVS Drabble: Like Sunlight
Title: Like Sunlight
Fandom: BtVS
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Angel, Buffy.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 9: Fragrant at sesquidrabbles.
Spoilers/Setting: Early Season Two.
Summary: Buffy is like a splash of sunlight in Angel’s dark existence.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Joss Whedon.
A/N: Drabble and a half, 150 words.
Angel loves Buffy’s hair; it’s golden like he imagines the sunlight on fields of ripe corn would be, or a beach on a summer’s day. Being a vampire he can’t tolerate sunlight, he’s a creature of the night, destined to skulk in the shadows, but every time he sees her, Buffy’s bright hair brings a splash of sunlight into his undead existence, and it fills him with a sense almost of euphoria.
Her hair smells as wonderful as it looks. When he holds her close he can’t help burying his nose in it, breathing in the fragrance of her shampoo; she smells of apples, and vanilla, and the subtle floral scent she favours. Being near her fills all his enhanced vampire senses, to the point where he feels he could happily drown in her forever.
Surely this must be what real love feels like; he can’t imagine existing without her.
The End
Fandom: BtVS
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Angel, Buffy.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 9: Fragrant at sesquidrabbles.
Spoilers/Setting: Early Season Two.
Summary: Buffy is like a splash of sunlight in Angel’s dark existence.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Joss Whedon.
A/N: Drabble and a half, 150 words.
Angel loves Buffy’s hair; it’s golden like he imagines the sunlight on fields of ripe corn would be, or a beach on a summer’s day. Being a vampire he can’t tolerate sunlight, he’s a creature of the night, destined to skulk in the shadows, but every time he sees her, Buffy’s bright hair brings a splash of sunlight into his undead existence, and it fills him with a sense almost of euphoria.
Her hair smells as wonderful as it looks. When he holds her close he can’t help burying his nose in it, breathing in the fragrance of her shampoo; she smells of apples, and vanilla, and the subtle floral scent she favours. Being near her fills all his enhanced vampire senses, to the point where he feels he could happily drown in her forever.
Surely this must be what real love feels like; he can’t imagine existing without her.
The End