Disclaimer: See, there's this god that walks around on earth, and this god, he owns 'em all. Bow down to the great Joss! Ya'know, 'cause I'm just a lowly fan who likes to sneak in and borrow the characters; Hey, I promised to return 'em, eventually.
Author's Notes: What can I say; I have no idea where these story ideas come from. Uh, let's see, this is shortish, finished, and all I can say is that it's third person first person. Which makes no sense, I know, but that's the best I can come up to describe it. Basically, it's one of those short things I write when I'm trying to avoid writing to any of the many WIP fics I'm supposed to be writing to.
Summary: An excruciating pain so unlike anything he's ever experienced that he doesn't have the words to describe it. Not that words were ever really his thing. He thinks it's a shame there's nobody around to hear his sarcastic laugh.
Rated: PG
Date Started/Finished: February 14th 2004
Burning Agony
By ~Delenn~
As the world exploded into blinding colors, all he could see was her face. Through the burning agony of dying and being reborn, all he could see was her face.
He got a soul for her, fought for her, saved the world for her, and now he's leaving for her. In a nice ripe package of fire and pain and torment.
Figures it's kind of fitting for him.
It burns, not just the fire, but his heart, he feels it break and burn, burn for her, beat for her, die for her. An excruciating pain so unlike anything he's ever experienced that he doesn't have the words to describe it.
Not that words were ever really his thing.
He thinks it's a shame there's nobody around to hear his sarcastic laugh.
Being there but not, that was a type of that same burning agony. A ghost. Can't touch, can't be there, and can't be anywhere else. Drove him nearly batty. More so than the soul ever did.
And now is the worst of all the pain. He's here. Really here. But not there. Not with her. And he can't go because he'd die for her.
Did die for her.
But he can't let her die for him. Not that nice normal life she finally has.
He can't go back.
And every day that he looks out those protected windows to a sun that can't hurt him, he feels it. Lives with it, doesn't breathe with it, because he's here, and he's functioning, and he's not with her.
She's always done it to him. Made him feel it. Ripped him to shreds, near, or far. She's his everything.
His burning agony.
The End
Author's Notes: What can I say; I have no idea where these story ideas come from. Uh, let's see, this is shortish, finished, and all I can say is that it's third person first person. Which makes no sense, I know, but that's the best I can come up to describe it. Basically, it's one of those short things I write when I'm trying to avoid writing to any of the many WIP fics I'm supposed to be writing to.
Summary: An excruciating pain so unlike anything he's ever experienced that he doesn't have the words to describe it. Not that words were ever really his thing. He thinks it's a shame there's nobody around to hear his sarcastic laugh.
Rated: PG
Date Started/Finished: February 14th 2004
By ~Delenn~
As the world exploded into blinding colors, all he could see was her face. Through the burning agony of dying and being reborn, all he could see was her face.
He got a soul for her, fought for her, saved the world for her, and now he's leaving for her. In a nice ripe package of fire and pain and torment.
Figures it's kind of fitting for him.
It burns, not just the fire, but his heart, he feels it break and burn, burn for her, beat for her, die for her. An excruciating pain so unlike anything he's ever experienced that he doesn't have the words to describe it.
Not that words were ever really his thing.
He thinks it's a shame there's nobody around to hear his sarcastic laugh.
Being there but not, that was a type of that same burning agony. A ghost. Can't touch, can't be there, and can't be anywhere else. Drove him nearly batty. More so than the soul ever did.
And now is the worst of all the pain. He's here. Really here. But not there. Not with her. And he can't go because he'd die for her.
Did die for her.
But he can't let her die for him. Not that nice normal life she finally has.
He can't go back.
And every day that he looks out those protected windows to a sun that can't hurt him, he feels it. Lives with it, doesn't breathe with it, because he's here, and he's functioning, and he's not with her.
She's always done it to him. Made him feel it. Ripped him to shreds, near, or far. She's his everything.
His burning agony.