Ficlet: Challenging the Doors of Time
Title Challenging the Doors of Time
Author Brutti ma buoni
Rating PG
Words c200
Prompt Queen’s A Kind of Magic (playing with parts of the lyrics, though it’s not song fic as such)
Setting Chosen, and after. A slightly AU version.
A/N A happy-type AU, though, technically, canon character death too… I'm trying.
As he burns, he holds on to the one golden glance she gave him. Glowing with love as she said goodbye. He’s hurting, but he knows that was real. He knows that she understands that he’s glad to go out this way.
The flame that burns inside of him now is powerful and pure. It’s burning away what he was, and it feels good to let go. He says goodbye to twelve decades of murder, rape, violence and hate. To the line of vampires that brought him to this place, their thousand years of loathsome rage ending here in cleansing fire.
The flame burns on, and he holds onto her golden glance as he’s consumed. It burns as the Hellmouth ruptures and he is buried as he smiles, as he holds on to her, as he dies.
In the dawning of the morning after, there’s a single shaft of light on the ruins of Sunnydale. It’s shining on a man.
He looks a little new in his skin, wobbly on his feet and kinda naked for a guy emerging from thousands of tons of rubble. But he’s alive and he’s climbing.
And Buffy’s waiting.
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Author Brutti ma buoni
Rating PG
Words c200
Prompt Queen’s A Kind of Magic (playing with parts of the lyrics, though it’s not song fic as such)
Setting Chosen, and after. A slightly AU version.
A/N A happy-type AU, though, technically, canon character death too… I'm trying.
As he burns, he holds on to the one golden glance she gave him. Glowing with love as she said goodbye. He’s hurting, but he knows that was real. He knows that she understands that he’s glad to go out this way.
The flame that burns inside of him now is powerful and pure. It’s burning away what he was, and it feels good to let go. He says goodbye to twelve decades of murder, rape, violence and hate. To the line of vampires that brought him to this place, their thousand years of loathsome rage ending here in cleansing fire.
The flame burns on, and he holds onto her golden glance as he’s consumed. It burns as the Hellmouth ruptures and he is buried as he smiles, as he holds on to her, as he dies.
In the dawning of the morning after, there’s a single shaft of light on the ruins of Sunnydale. It’s shining on a man.
He looks a little new in his skin, wobbly on his feet and kinda naked for a guy emerging from thousands of tons of rubble. But he’s alive and he’s climbing.
And Buffy’s waiting.
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