Title: Quiescence
Author: Hiruko
Posted:
08-20-2002
Rating: G
Email: hiruko_dark@hotmail.com
Content: Angel Angst
Summary: Angel watches in the
shadows.
Spoilers:
Disclaimer: The characters in the
Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No
infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution:
Nothing Fancy. Others - please ask.
Notes: This story
actually takes place in my Metastasis universe, but it can be applied without reading
the story. Just a short piece that I wanted to add into Metastasis, but
since I was telling it from someone else's viewpoint, I couldn't.
Feedback: Much appreciated. Any and all welcome and I will
worship you undyingly.
As I stood in the shadows watching, she sat and waited.
She was
getting impatient. I watched her as she tapped her foot while brushing an
unruly strand of hair behind her ear. She shivered in the cool air, and she
crossed arms in an effort to keep herself warm. She knew she would be
meeting in the park, and I, not for the first time, cursed her for her
fashion sense overruling her common sense. She was wearing one of the
outfits that I had bought her one-year ago, one of the few that I hadn't had
Lorne help me pick out and it didn't leave much to the imagination.... very
short, and very skimpy. Not at all like anything you wanted to be wearing in
the park at 9 pm at night. But that pale blue color brought out her
magnificent eyes, and that short skirt showed cased her perfect, long, tan
legs. She wanted to look good, and she looked stunning. But then again, she
would be beautiful in just about anything.
I could see her
frustration growing, and I didn't need vampire senses to know...all I needed
to know was her, and I knew her well. Sometimes, I think I know her better
than anyone else.
I'm not exactly when I had fallen for her or what
had triggered it. Maybe it was a look...a gesture...or maybe it was just
that smile. I'm not sure, but whatever it was had seized my heart and
refused to let go.
I know that I shouldn't even contemplate a
relationship with her. I know it's impossible for me to give her what she
needs. She needs someone who can be there for her, night or day; someone who
doesn't carry the weight of the world on his shoulders; someone who doesn't
have skeletons in his past. But then, after rationalizing the situation,
every part of my being still screams for me to screw the consequences. Screw
this. Screw brooding. I was tired. So tired of not loving her like I wanted
to. So tired of her not knowing. So tired of her missing the obvious clues
that I loved her with everything that I was.
But if and when I get
the courage to reveal my true feelings, I wonder if she'll reciprocate. And
even if she did, I wonder if she'll pass it off as something fleeting -
after all, I know she believes that I can never love anyone as much as I
loved Buffy. She thinks Buffy and I are soul mates, but I know we aren't.
While Buffy anchored my heart, Cordelia is the one who anchors my
soul.
The thought provokes me into action. I take a step forward, so
that Cordelia will wait no more. But before I can, he enters the picture. He
steps in, a wide smile on his face and I falter in my step, watching as her
smile matches his, her eyes lighting up. He offers his hand to her, and she
accepts it. I've waited too long, and now it's too late.
As I stood
in the shadows watching, she stood and left.
End.
For
those of you who read Metastasis, you know who the character Cordelia was
waiting for was. For others, you could probably substitute Groo.