Okay, very short. More of an extended drabble than a story. Written in a half-hour. Cordelia's point of view, looking at Angel. XD It's been done to death, I know, but I couldn't help myself. Set sometime during the series, before 'Couplet' obviously, but not so sure as to exactly where. Reviews are shiny, and yes, I am addicted to teh shiny.
Enjoy!
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Gray Angel
A soul doesn't make someone automatically good. Look at Hitler. Hitler was human's answer to Satan. It doesn't mean he never has a nasty thought. No, because that's human.
Angel is more human than he wants to admit to himself. He's so not black and white that it's all mixed together to make gray.
Gray. That's a good word for Angel, right up there with "broody" and "redemption." Gray fits him. Like bookish fits Wesley, or bossy fits me (but if anyone says that out loud, I'll take their head off.)
Angel's so sweet, though. He helps people when he can't even help himself. Like when that bum stayed in the hotel for a solid month, eating our food and drinking my espresso. It's adorable, really.
Hmm... gray, adorable, quiet. He's like my old cat.
But Fluffy never drank blood. Well, nobody's perfect, right?
Angelus, though. Angelus gives me the creeps. He's the exact opposite of Angel; an exploiting, manipulative liar who plays with (and eats) people for his own entertainment. Fucking prick. He plays people like violins.
I'll never get over the irony. Angelus. Angelic. Lucifer. Luc = light. Bringer of Light. Lives in Hell.
The scary part is, they're not so different.
How can one person be so two-sided? He's like that guy in Batman, the one who was on the bad acid trip and got scarred. One part of him is good, so very, very good, and the other's so bad that he's horrid. Okay, no more espresso tonight.
The Romans or Greeks or whatever had a god. Janus. He was like that. Two sides of a coin, seeing all, knowing all. Except Janus was kind on both sides.
Before Darla bit him, his name was Liam. I wonder what his last name was. Liam...Neeson? No. He wouldn't answer me if I asked. He'd probably sweep off all broody-like and that'd be the last we'd see of Angel for a few weeks, just like when I asked him what being made felt like.
He thinks I've become obsessed with bloodsuckers. I've been asking enough questions on the topic lately.
I'm not, thought.
Honestly, I'm not.
Well, maybe. One in particular, certainly.
My beautiful, gray Angel.
...
But he'll never know it.