Rating: PG
Words: 200
Character: Angel(us)
Summary: Angel gets ready for his first meeting with Buffy in Welcome to the Hellmouth.
Date written: July 6, 2008, for LJ community fantas magoria
There used to be colors.
You remember, says the demon within.
There used to be coats of crimson velvet - fine lace at his wrists - knee-breeches and buckled shoes. Then the sleek narrow trousers, top hats and canes and riding boots. Muslin cravats, torn from necks before drinking deep. There used to be ruby rings stripped from dead fingers, and gold pocket-watches counting the hunting-hours until dawn. Bowler hats, huge overcoats with fur-trimmed shoulder capes, linen shirts, high collars. Soft leather gloves pulled over blood-stained hands. Waistcoats in dazzling brocades - yellow and sage-green, royal purple, deepest red. Blue as his sire's eyes before she changed to feed. Oh yes, he remembers: there used to be a whole world rich in color and cruelty, passion and power... all there for the taking.
Black pants, black jacket. Plain white shirt. No jewelry. Nothing like a vampire - not like that vampire, anyway.
His world is starker now. Lonelier. Black and white.
Lose the tie - you look like a Mormon.
Scowling, he pulls off the tie. Leaves the collar open, throat bare and vulnerable beneath his human face.
A demon's mocking laughter echoes in his soul as he goes to meet the Slayer.