BtVS Double Drabble: Embers
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badly_knittedTitle: Embers
Fandom: BtVS
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Angel, Buffy.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 481: Glow at
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drabble_zone.Spoilers/Setting: Shortly after Helpless.
Summary: The fire is dying down, but Angel can’t bring himself to move.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
The fire in the mansion’s massive stone fireplace had long since burned down to a dim, red glow, and yet Angel made no move to stir up the embers and add more fuel, bringing it back to life and warmth, even though the room was growing chilly. Vampires, for the most part, didn’t need heat, or even light, well able to see in the dark, but even now, months after returning from the Hell dimension, there were still times his bones ached with a cold he couldn’t seem to completely eradicate.
He was learning to live with that, knowing he might never fully shake off those aeons of torture, and that was okay because he didn’t deserve to be free from suffering. Not after everything the demon inhabiting his body had done after he lost his soul. But tonight, the fires and the flickering candles had mostly been for Buffy’s benefit, not his own.
She would appreciate a good fire, but to build it up Angel would have to move, and that would almost certainly wake her. He couldn’t bring himself to do that, even for her sake; the Cruciamentum had been so hard for her. She needed her rest.
The End
He was learning to live with that, knowing he might never fully shake off those aeons of torture, and that was okay because he didn’t deserve to be free from suffering. Not after everything the demon inhabiting his body had done after he lost his soul. But tonight, the fires and the flickering candles had mostly been for Buffy’s benefit, not his own.
She would appreciate a good fire, but to build it up Angel would have to move, and that would almost certainly wake her. He couldn’t bring himself to do that, even for her sake; the Cruciamentum had been so hard for her. She needed her rest.
The End
