Title: Passion over Peace
Author: angelsdarla13
Rating: PG
Feedback: Yes Please. Constructive criticism is welcome!
Pairing: Semi-B/A
Spoilers: The show in general.
Disclaimer: Joss and ME own all characters.
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just keep my name attached.
Summary: Short POV piece. Buffy contemplates her relationship with Angel and what it truly means to feel peace. First Fic.
** Author's note** I'm not very B/A but I felt this was something I just had to write.
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Pain has always surrounded me, overwhelming nearly every moment that I've been the slayer. A life, which once held so much promise, can now find only death and destruction. I used to believe I could escape my calling; deceived myself into believing I could have a normal life. A normal life in which demons are only products of myth, where evil exists in man alone.
There in lies my only true passion- a life untouched by darkness, a world where I can finally rest in peace. He left so I could have some semblance of that dream; he said our love could only bring pain and grief. How little he knows.
**It hurts sometimes more than we can bear**
His leaving didn't end the evil, the apocalypses, the agony. A sorrow for a world, inevitably doomed by its own ignorance has never grieved me more. I still hurt. After he left, the pain I'd always felt became intolerable. It would take many months before I realized what he had already discovered
We belong to the world, fighting for love and happiness, yet we are deprived of these emotions. It's not that we can't love, it's just that we won't- so others can. In a world I've always been separated from, I find that perhaps we're the better. Love thrives on pain, it can eat you whole. My former liaisons have taught me that.
**If we could live without passion; maybe we'd know some kind of peace**
Maybe if we'd never fallen in love, never set the fire between us free, our lives could have taken different paths- better paths. Perhaps we both may have known harmony in some form without the other's love, without the heartache and pain.
Emotions may be the key to a slayer's strength, but to feel has its consequences. Since my resurrection feelings have no meaning. I was meant to have died- it was my gift. Without our emotions we can have silence from the hurt; and I did in death. There are ways we can end the suffering- we can have peace
** But we would be hollow; empty rooms, shuttered and dank*
Yet I can't force myself to regret our time together. You can't help who you fall in love with and I did love him.
Our love was the ultimate tragedy, but I will never forget the tight embraces and half smiles we shared; I can't. I've learned things in the past three years. I know now that I belong on this plain- fighting for a cause that may never be won; that to have loved and lost is better to have never loved at all.
I told Dawn that the hardest thing in this world is to live in it, and to live in this hell without passion- now that is truly tragic.
**Without passion, we'd be truly dead. **
Fin.
**Quotes as said by Angelus in "Passion" (Season 2)
Please read and review. Any opinion is welcome! Thanks.
Author: angelsdarla13
Rating: PG
Feedback: Yes Please. Constructive criticism is welcome!
Pairing: Semi-B/A
Spoilers: The show in general.
Disclaimer: Joss and ME own all characters.
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just keep my name attached.
Summary: Short POV piece. Buffy contemplates her relationship with Angel and what it truly means to feel peace. First Fic.
** Author's note** I'm not very B/A but I felt this was something I just had to write.
*****************************************************************
Pain has always surrounded me, overwhelming nearly every moment that I've been the slayer. A life, which once held so much promise, can now find only death and destruction. I used to believe I could escape my calling; deceived myself into believing I could have a normal life. A normal life in which demons are only products of myth, where evil exists in man alone.
There in lies my only true passion- a life untouched by darkness, a world where I can finally rest in peace. He left so I could have some semblance of that dream; he said our love could only bring pain and grief. How little he knows.
**It hurts sometimes more than we can bear**
His leaving didn't end the evil, the apocalypses, the agony. A sorrow for a world, inevitably doomed by its own ignorance has never grieved me more. I still hurt. After he left, the pain I'd always felt became intolerable. It would take many months before I realized what he had already discovered
We belong to the world, fighting for love and happiness, yet we are deprived of these emotions. It's not that we can't love, it's just that we won't- so others can. In a world I've always been separated from, I find that perhaps we're the better. Love thrives on pain, it can eat you whole. My former liaisons have taught me that.
**If we could live without passion; maybe we'd know some kind of peace**
Maybe if we'd never fallen in love, never set the fire between us free, our lives could have taken different paths- better paths. Perhaps we both may have known harmony in some form without the other's love, without the heartache and pain.
Emotions may be the key to a slayer's strength, but to feel has its consequences. Since my resurrection feelings have no meaning. I was meant to have died- it was my gift. Without our emotions we can have silence from the hurt; and I did in death. There are ways we can end the suffering- we can have peace
** But we would be hollow; empty rooms, shuttered and dank*
Yet I can't force myself to regret our time together. You can't help who you fall in love with and I did love him.
Our love was the ultimate tragedy, but I will never forget the tight embraces and half smiles we shared; I can't. I've learned things in the past three years. I know now that I belong on this plain- fighting for a cause that may never be won; that to have loved and lost is better to have never loved at all.
I told Dawn that the hardest thing in this world is to live in it, and to live in this hell without passion- now that is truly tragic.
**Without passion, we'd be truly dead. **
Fin.
**Quotes as said by Angelus in "Passion" (Season 2)
Please read and review. Any opinion is welcome! Thanks.