Memories
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Author: Hex
Disclaimer: This is all to predictable isn't it? I do not own these characters or this situation they all belong to Joss Whendon, Mutant Enemy and anyone else who paid a lot of money for them.
Summery: What Angel may have been feeling when in Hell.
Note: Its short but sweet. Well, it's short.
Rating: PG
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. But ask first
Spoilers: Angel being in Hell, but thats about it.
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The scorching heat seared at Angels skin but he refused to flinch. The pain was unimaginably intense but he would not waver. He just stared into space his mind filled with one vision.
Her face, soft and glowing, warmed by a sun he barely remembered anymore. Her skin so soft to the touch, the way it shone, glistening with tears he himself wiped away. Her hands gently holding his, her blue eyes sparkling up at him, filled with wonder and Love.
Such soft caresses, such gentle kisses. It seemed like a life time ago now, so far away yet so close in his own mind. His drifting mind. He could barely remember his own name but her face was a crystal clear vision in his minds eye. She helped him through the pain, even now, when she was so far from his arms, just as she always had. Her golden hair, like a water fall of precious gems, just as her Love was to him. Her full lips, swollen from his kisses. Her sullen pout when he forced her to patrol against her will. Those memories, he would treasure them always.
Even here, in the pits of Hell they could not take that away from him. Should he return he would be content just to hold her once more. To feel her breath tickle his neck and to borrow warmth from her body. To hear her soft voice whisper her Love to him.
Every phrase. Every loving word exchanged would live on in him, long after she had taken her last breath. But he knew that, should he return, her last breath would be his. For he knew that as she grew cold in his arms he would plunge a stake into it own, unbeating, broken and bruised heart.
Above all things, though, he would Love her. Above all things he would care for her.
His One True Love.
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What do you think? Atmospheric and in depth or garbage? Let me know!
Hex.