Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. It's very sad. All credit for the characters goes to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. Not me. Damn.
Distribution: Are you kidding? I'd go insane with joy. Just tell me where, so I can watch and gloat.
Spoilers: AtS: Season 2, Reprise.
Author's Notes: I like this piece. It's Angel, standing in his room as he breaks down after Holland does his elevator thing. I think it turned out pretty well, but I'm really just in love with the first line. S'true. Send feedback with love (if you can't say anything nice, don't say anyth... well, actually, send anyways)
He's hit rock bottom and it's nice and solid. He fell and he fell and here it stops. Angel thought it would hurt when he collided, but it turns out what they say is the truth and the pain is in the falling .S'cold though, his lips are numb and he can only slur his words. And he knows she's there, and he cannot bring himself to care. Nothing matters here on the bottom. He wants her.
He wants her to rip him open. Pick through his guts and silent, still organs and play doctor. What's wrong with me? I know there's evil in me. Holland did a good job of that. Where is it? He wants to look at it.
Why is she here?
She's here for him. Rip him open, Darla. Take what you like and go. But she won't and she can't because she wants the evil in him and she can't find it either. What does she need him for? There's billions more out there. They've all got it too. Take them apart, Darla, take them and leave me here to wither away in his room like that stupid old woman who had killed him.
He had known it then. He was so stupid. He had seen it, seen it in their eyes as they tossed him over a balcony. He was so cold. So, so goddamn cold.
Distribution: Are you kidding? I'd go insane with joy. Just tell me where, so I can watch and gloat.
Spoilers: AtS: Season 2, Reprise.
Author's Notes: I like this piece. It's Angel, standing in his room as he breaks down after Holland does his elevator thing. I think it turned out pretty well, but I'm really just in love with the first line. S'true. Send feedback with love (if you can't say anything nice, don't say anyth... well, actually, send anyways)
He's hit rock bottom and it's nice and solid. He fell and he fell and here it stops. Angel thought it would hurt when he collided, but it turns out what they say is the truth and the pain is in the falling .S'cold though, his lips are numb and he can only slur his words. And he knows she's there, and he cannot bring himself to care. Nothing matters here on the bottom. He wants her.
He wants her to rip him open. Pick through his guts and silent, still organs and play doctor. What's wrong with me? I know there's evil in me. Holland did a good job of that. Where is it? He wants to look at it.
Why is she here?
She's here for him. Rip him open, Darla. Take what you like and go. But she won't and she can't because she wants the evil in him and she can't find it either. What does she need him for? There's billions more out there. They've all got it too. Take them apart, Darla, take them and leave me here to wither away in his room like that stupid old woman who had killed him.
He had known it then. He was so stupid. He had seen it, seen it in their eyes as they tossed him over a balcony. He was so cold. So, so goddamn cold.