Moments of Reflection
Jun. 5th, 2003 05:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
butterflyBecause I seem to be addicted to these post-Home drabbles. First set (finding home) here, second set (memory loss) here. Apparently all of these are happening in the same post-Home universe, and I'd like to smack my muse (Who is Angel, even though he's not talking here. Angel's been very loud recently. Jerk. Annoying, souled, twisted, hot, sympathetic jerk.) for not letting me know that sooner.
Anyway, yes. Two more drabbles, a look at a relationship.
Weakness
She couldn't believe how stupid she'd been.
Thinking that they could go back. That they could... do it all again. Better this time, because this time they would be on the same side.
She'd just had a horrible meeting with her boss - with Angel - and her body was used to getting to have Wesley after she'd gone through horrible meetings.
So she'd gone to him and kissed him.
And after a moment of a complete lack of response, he'd pushed her away, wiped his mouth, and told her to leave.
She'd never felt more humiliated in her life.
Breathless
Being kissed by the dead was a singularly unpleasant experience. It was rather like being kissed by a chain-smoker who'd never bothered with brushing her teeth. And she'd been so very cold.
And through a reaction born of instinct, he'd pushed her away, perhaps forever.
If only she'd given him time to prepare.
Though he didn't know what could have prepared him for kissing a corpse.
He did regret what he'd done, but he couldn't see another way it could have gone. Her mouth tasting of ashes, her tongue grave-cold in his mouth.
Even now, the mere thought repulsed him.
Anyway, yes. Two more drabbles, a look at a relationship.
Weakness
She couldn't believe how stupid she'd been.
Thinking that they could go back. That they could... do it all again. Better this time, because this time they would be on the same side.
She'd just had a horrible meeting with her boss - with Angel - and her body was used to getting to have Wesley after she'd gone through horrible meetings.
So she'd gone to him and kissed him.
And after a moment of a complete lack of response, he'd pushed her away, wiped his mouth, and told her to leave.
She'd never felt more humiliated in her life.
Breathless
Being kissed by the dead was a singularly unpleasant experience. It was rather like being kissed by a chain-smoker who'd never bothered with brushing her teeth. And she'd been so very cold.
And through a reaction born of instinct, he'd pushed her away, perhaps forever.
If only she'd given him time to prepare.
Though he didn't know what could have prepared him for kissing a corpse.
He did regret what he'd done, but he couldn't see another way it could have gone. Her mouth tasting of ashes, her tongue grave-cold in his mouth.
Even now, the mere thought repulsed him.
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Ouch. Poor Lilah.
Date: 2003-06-05 08:10 am (UTC)Re: Ouch. Poor Lilah.
Date: 2003-06-05 09:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-06-12 07:10 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-06-12 07:59 pm (UTC)And yeah, it's sad for the both of them. And your right about Wes, at least my Wes. He wishes that it hadn't been ick-making, because he really has gotten attached to Lilah.