Fast rising sun
By lace
alright... i've got nothing and am going no where (ha! nothing new), because really i'm working on another fic but got nostalogic for scotland so. yea. worst of all, i'm playing both sides. no one kill me. i'm trying to find the right shippers to please. without further hesitation or procrastination...
En vacance
Dunnottar Castle was perhaps the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her life. Perched on the top a sheer sided rock jutting out of the cold, blue North Sea, the ancient Scottish ruins decorated the top along with lush green grasses. Standing on the cliff beside the rock, in fields of wheat rustled by a gentle, salty breezes, she closed her eyes for a second allowed herself to forgot. She let the breeze wipe away everything and just felt the wind and the sun warming all the places it cooled. It was undoubtly the blueset she had ever seen the sky. The ocean's waves rolling onto and off of the sharp rocks below, looking like small peebles from where she stood, calmed every nerve in her body. A trail of minature carved steps led down the hill and up the rock to the gaited entrace. The rest of them had already started the journey down but she wasn't ready to move yet. Soak it all in slowly.
"On days like this I'm glad I'm human."
She snuggled into the crook of his arm, reaching up to straighten his wind blown hair.
"Aren't you glad every day?"
He smiled down at her.
"Every day."
"And night?"
"And night."
She looked at him for a second longer, into his eyes and at his features, tracing them in her mind, catching them in her memory. Then she looked back out over the ocean. Vacation. Buffy couldn't think of the last time she had been on one. Mmmm it felt good. She purred and snuggled closer.
"Cold."
"No."
She smiled. He smiled. It was contagious, seeing her this happy.
"Angel?"
He took a deep breath, dragging out the moment together.
"Yes?"
"Lets go."
Still touching as if breaking contact would loose dreamlike peace that seemed to surround the two, they moved to catch up to the rest of the scoobies.
By lace
alright... i've got nothing and am going no where (ha! nothing new), because really i'm working on another fic but got nostalogic for scotland so. yea. worst of all, i'm playing both sides. no one kill me. i'm trying to find the right shippers to please. without further hesitation or procrastination...
En vacance
Dunnottar Castle was perhaps the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her life. Perched on the top a sheer sided rock jutting out of the cold, blue North Sea, the ancient Scottish ruins decorated the top along with lush green grasses. Standing on the cliff beside the rock, in fields of wheat rustled by a gentle, salty breezes, she closed her eyes for a second allowed herself to forgot. She let the breeze wipe away everything and just felt the wind and the sun warming all the places it cooled. It was undoubtly the blueset she had ever seen the sky. The ocean's waves rolling onto and off of the sharp rocks below, looking like small peebles from where she stood, calmed every nerve in her body. A trail of minature carved steps led down the hill and up the rock to the gaited entrace. The rest of them had already started the journey down but she wasn't ready to move yet. Soak it all in slowly.
"On days like this I'm glad I'm human."
She snuggled into the crook of his arm, reaching up to straighten his wind blown hair.
"Aren't you glad every day?"
He smiled down at her.
"Every day."
"And night?"
"And night."
She looked at him for a second longer, into his eyes and at his features, tracing them in her mind, catching them in her memory. Then she looked back out over the ocean. Vacation. Buffy couldn't think of the last time she had been on one. Mmmm it felt good. She purred and snuggled closer.
"Cold."
"No."
She smiled. He smiled. It was contagious, seeing her this happy.
"Angel?"
He took a deep breath, dragging out the moment together.
"Yes?"
"Lets go."
Still touching as if breaking contact would loose dreamlike peace that seemed to surround the two, they moved to catch up to the rest of the scoobies.