Love's Messengers
Author: Prism
Disclaimer: Acid Trip owns them but I really want to know if I can buy the rights to Doyle?
Summery: DENIAL! Hero happened. Doyle did NOT die. But there are after effects from the beacon.
Note: I guess this could be considered fluff at first, but there will be angst at the end.Feel free to post questions. It might get a little confusing.
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Doyle happily gathered Cordelia into his arms as they rested on her couch. They had just finished the dinner he had promised her, and decided to cuddle a little before parting.
It had been half a year since the incident on the Quintessa. It had taken them that long to heal. All of them. And when Doyle had come out of his pain-killer induced haze, Delia had been there waiting, demanding her dinner.
He smiled down at her head as she pulled herself farther into his lap and sighed a little. He considered burying his face in her hair, but contented himself with running his hands through it. Even through everything that had happened, he was happier now than he had ever been.
He thought back over those months. Back to the Quintessa. Back to the day he almost died.
*flashback*
He punched Angel off of the platform and winced when he heard the crack. Oops, musta been higher up then he thought. Didn't matter. Had to stop that big light thingy.
He quickly helped himself to his last wish, striding over to his Princess and kissing her senseless. He couldn't remember what he said to her after that, something about love and showing her his demon side.
Pulling the plug on the damn machine was harder than he thought. And it HURT! He could really feel the skin melting. Finally, the cord seperated and he collapsed on the now dim beacon.
That was the crackling started. His head snapped up to see sparks flickering across the control panel.
He instictivly changed to demon form to absorb the shock as the beacon exploded.
As he was thrown towards the wall, he could only watch as the platform Angel and Cordelia collapsed and sent them both towards the ground. His last thought as he blacked out was that it was higher up than he thought....
*end flashback*
He was bought back to the here and now with hard smack on the head, courtesy of Delia.
"What???"
"Stop it."
"Stop what?" He was honestly confused.
"Thinking about the what happened."
"How do you know that's what I was thinking about?"
"Simple, I see it in your eyes.", she stated as her fingers ran through his hair to massage the spot she had just hit.
He chuckled. Of course. His eyes always turned red when he thought about something disturbing. He had figured out how to keep his eyes blue most of the time in this fully demon form, but big emotions could mess with that.
She pulled on his spikes to pull him down. After giving him a soft kiss, she pulled back and looked him in the eyes.
"You're staying here tonight so you don't have anymore dreams like I know you will. Just don't get any ideas. It may take a miracle, but I will find a way to KICK your ass if you do."
He chuckled again and picked her up off the couch, cradling her still beautiful legs.
The Brachen carried her out of the room, leaving the wheelchair abandoned by the table.
Fin!
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Prism
Author: Prism
Disclaimer: Acid Trip owns them but I really want to know if I can buy the rights to Doyle?
Summery: DENIAL! Hero happened. Doyle did NOT die. But there are after effects from the beacon.
Note: I guess this could be considered fluff at first, but there will be angst at the end.Feel free to post questions. It might get a little confusing.
*********
Doyle happily gathered Cordelia into his arms as they rested on her couch. They had just finished the dinner he had promised her, and decided to cuddle a little before parting.
It had been half a year since the incident on the Quintessa. It had taken them that long to heal. All of them. And when Doyle had come out of his pain-killer induced haze, Delia had been there waiting, demanding her dinner.
He smiled down at her head as she pulled herself farther into his lap and sighed a little. He considered burying his face in her hair, but contented himself with running his hands through it. Even through everything that had happened, he was happier now than he had ever been.
He thought back over those months. Back to the Quintessa. Back to the day he almost died.
*flashback*
He punched Angel off of the platform and winced when he heard the crack. Oops, musta been higher up then he thought. Didn't matter. Had to stop that big light thingy.
He quickly helped himself to his last wish, striding over to his Princess and kissing her senseless. He couldn't remember what he said to her after that, something about love and showing her his demon side.
Pulling the plug on the damn machine was harder than he thought. And it HURT! He could really feel the skin melting. Finally, the cord seperated and he collapsed on the now dim beacon.
That was the crackling started. His head snapped up to see sparks flickering across the control panel.
He instictivly changed to demon form to absorb the shock as the beacon exploded.
As he was thrown towards the wall, he could only watch as the platform Angel and Cordelia collapsed and sent them both towards the ground. His last thought as he blacked out was that it was higher up than he thought....
*end flashback*
He was bought back to the here and now with hard smack on the head, courtesy of Delia.
"What???"
"Stop it."
"Stop what?" He was honestly confused.
"Thinking about the what happened."
"How do you know that's what I was thinking about?"
"Simple, I see it in your eyes.", she stated as her fingers ran through his hair to massage the spot she had just hit.
He chuckled. Of course. His eyes always turned red when he thought about something disturbing. He had figured out how to keep his eyes blue most of the time in this fully demon form, but big emotions could mess with that.
She pulled on his spikes to pull him down. After giving him a soft kiss, she pulled back and looked him in the eyes.
"You're staying here tonight so you don't have anymore dreams like I know you will. Just don't get any ideas. It may take a miracle, but I will find a way to KICK your ass if you do."
He chuckled again and picked her up off the couch, cradling her still beautiful legs.
The Brachen carried her out of the room, leaving the wheelchair abandoned by the table.
Fin!
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Feedback! Feedback! That's what I need!!
Prism