A Sunday Rosebud

[racheltng]

Written for ba_rosebuds 
Prompt: Chains
Setting: Wishverse

He no longer felt the cold steel of the manacles around his wrists. He no longer felt the sting of the holy water, or red, hot pain of the matches.  He had ceased to wonder how or why things had turned out this way, why she never showed up, why he had failed.

He had concluded long ago

Comments

[devotedbangel]

Beautiful. :)

[racheltng]

Thank you!

[ares132006]

Lovely use of the prompt.

I see you used the Wishverse for your stage.

Had he really been naïve enough to think that he, the most loathsome of creatures, had been chosen for a special destiny?

Oh yes. That Angel (and ours) would never think to presume that there was any other fate for him.

Well done.

[racheltng]

Thanks. Angel's always been waiting for the other shoe to drop.

[librarian2003]

Yes, that's our Angel...

Lovely little rosebud!

Jo

[racheltng]

Thank you!

[scribesds]

Poor Angel! Love where the prompt took you for this rosebud.

[racheltng]

Yeah, my mind first went elsewhere with "chains," but this came out instead. Glad you liked it.

[perpetual]

They're hazel. :) (Or greenish. Matter of opinion.)

Love the rosebud-- tortured, guilty, and hopeless, that's Angel at his finest.

[racheltng]

Angel's really Angel when he's suffering. Thanks.