Drabbles: Coldfire (G to soft R, slash)
Apr. 2nd, 2006 07:46 amI should have known better than to offer drabbles to a fic-starved fandom with so many plotbunniers on my f-list, really :) In order of appearance, for
alighiera,
alice_montrose,
fuumasfrog and
trobadora.
WORKAROUNDS
Ever since Mount Shaitan, Gerald had been learning to appreciate the simple pleasures in life. For example, at the moment he was lying sprawled across Damien’s broad chest, idly toying with the ex-priest’s shirt and watching the dazed look in Damien’s eyes. Even the cramped quarters only meant that he had an excuse to climb just that close, and Damien had to put an arm around his waist.
Presently, Damien blinked, his eyes turning clearer. “Are we on a ship-“
Gerald leaned in and kissed Damien again until the other man’s eyes were glazed over once more, the guarded question turning into a drawn-out moan before it could be fully phrased.
If he had known getting Damien to enjoy ship travel would be that easy, he would have tried this method ages ago.
-FIN-
SO THE WORLD WILL NEVER FIND YOU
Damien sighed as he pushed through the crowd, taking another drink from a flask of liquor someone had pressed into his hand. At least in the black mask and cloak, even if he did make a fool of himself at the Jaggonath carnival, no-one would be able to tell him apart from every other guy dressed up as a vampire. And a few real vampires, he had no doubt.
He wondered what Gerald would wear. The adept had been reticent about his plans, only setting the meeting place on the outskirts of the city-
Near Karril’s temple, he realised as a woman flung herself into his arms. She was wearing a version of a First Landing uniform, though he was sure the real colonists never had ones that tight.
She kissed him on the mouth. “Praise Karril,” she whispered. “A man is waiting for you, two alleys down. An... urgent matter.”
She laughed shrilly, and as she flung her neck back he saw the imprint of teeth. Not quite Gerald’s type, he thought, too strong, but then he wasn’t Gerald’s usual type either.
He stumbled through the throng of people, found the alley, leaned against a door that opened to rapidly for him to do anything but fall through it to the floor.
A chapel of the Church, he realised as he looked around blearily. Closed down temporarily, with a pagan festival roaring through the streets. Yet there were candles burning, and a fresh cloth on the altar.
Something – someone – moving, and he raised his head as he struggled to his feet.
Layers of silk obscuring limbs and body, so that he could no longer recall their past or present look. A broad collar of beaten gold with a pattern of flames. Dark hair instead of light brown, but oh, never mistaken, and now he remembered too clearly.
“I remember you felt particularly strongly about that dream.” Even the old mocking cadences were back in Tarrant’s voice. “You will enjoy this better than you would have the masquerade.”
Strong hands pushed Damien against the altar before he could think of fear, revulsion, desire, sacrilege.
“Don’t worry,” the man who had been the Hunter whispered in his ear as clothes were quickly, deftly pushed aside. “I won’t let you think.”
-FIN-
PETTY ANNOYANCES
Damien moved his wrists experimentally. The cuffs were far snugger than it should be possible for something lined with fur.
“Gerald, this is vulking ridiculous,” he muttered.
The former Hunter shook his head as he surveyed his handiwork. “You have a habit of tearing buttons off my shirts. I’m running out of outfits, and the shops here are not up to my standards. Therefore, you’ll be chained until I undress myself.”
“Only until then?” Damien asked hopefully.
Gerald’s smile was sweetness itself as he ran a hand down Damien’s bare chest. “Perhaps a few minutes longer than that.”
-FIN-
PROOF OF FAITH
The bracelet was tarnished silver, a streak of near-black on the red velvet lining the box set on the street stall. Gerald’s fingers closed in on it without hesitation. Damien raised his eyebrows, but remained silent as Gerald ruthlessly argued down the price.
He got his answer when they left the street fair and Gerald tenderly wiped the grime and tarnish off a fragile piece of glass. Underneath it was the face of a clock, too small to ever house the appropriate mechanism.
“A watch used to be an important theological analogy, Vryce. As the watch with its complexity proves the existence of a watchmaker, so the world proves the existence of its creator.”
Under Gerald’s touch, a tiny screw turned without resistance.
Tick.
-FIN-
WORKAROUNDS
Ever since Mount Shaitan, Gerald had been learning to appreciate the simple pleasures in life. For example, at the moment he was lying sprawled across Damien’s broad chest, idly toying with the ex-priest’s shirt and watching the dazed look in Damien’s eyes. Even the cramped quarters only meant that he had an excuse to climb just that close, and Damien had to put an arm around his waist.
Presently, Damien blinked, his eyes turning clearer. “Are we on a ship-“
Gerald leaned in and kissed Damien again until the other man’s eyes were glazed over once more, the guarded question turning into a drawn-out moan before it could be fully phrased.
If he had known getting Damien to enjoy ship travel would be that easy, he would have tried this method ages ago.
-FIN-
SO THE WORLD WILL NEVER FIND YOU
Damien sighed as he pushed through the crowd, taking another drink from a flask of liquor someone had pressed into his hand. At least in the black mask and cloak, even if he did make a fool of himself at the Jaggonath carnival, no-one would be able to tell him apart from every other guy dressed up as a vampire. And a few real vampires, he had no doubt.
He wondered what Gerald would wear. The adept had been reticent about his plans, only setting the meeting place on the outskirts of the city-
Near Karril’s temple, he realised as a woman flung herself into his arms. She was wearing a version of a First Landing uniform, though he was sure the real colonists never had ones that tight.
She kissed him on the mouth. “Praise Karril,” she whispered. “A man is waiting for you, two alleys down. An... urgent matter.”
She laughed shrilly, and as she flung her neck back he saw the imprint of teeth. Not quite Gerald’s type, he thought, too strong, but then he wasn’t Gerald’s usual type either.
He stumbled through the throng of people, found the alley, leaned against a door that opened to rapidly for him to do anything but fall through it to the floor.
A chapel of the Church, he realised as he looked around blearily. Closed down temporarily, with a pagan festival roaring through the streets. Yet there were candles burning, and a fresh cloth on the altar.
Something – someone – moving, and he raised his head as he struggled to his feet.
Layers of silk obscuring limbs and body, so that he could no longer recall their past or present look. A broad collar of beaten gold with a pattern of flames. Dark hair instead of light brown, but oh, never mistaken, and now he remembered too clearly.
“I remember you felt particularly strongly about that dream.” Even the old mocking cadences were back in Tarrant’s voice. “You will enjoy this better than you would have the masquerade.”
Strong hands pushed Damien against the altar before he could think of fear, revulsion, desire, sacrilege.
“Don’t worry,” the man who had been the Hunter whispered in his ear as clothes were quickly, deftly pushed aside. “I won’t let you think.”
-FIN-
PETTY ANNOYANCES
Damien moved his wrists experimentally. The cuffs were far snugger than it should be possible for something lined with fur.
“Gerald, this is vulking ridiculous,” he muttered.
The former Hunter shook his head as he surveyed his handiwork. “You have a habit of tearing buttons off my shirts. I’m running out of outfits, and the shops here are not up to my standards. Therefore, you’ll be chained until I undress myself.”
“Only until then?” Damien asked hopefully.
Gerald’s smile was sweetness itself as he ran a hand down Damien’s bare chest. “Perhaps a few minutes longer than that.”
-FIN-
PROOF OF FAITH
The bracelet was tarnished silver, a streak of near-black on the red velvet lining the box set on the street stall. Gerald’s fingers closed in on it without hesitation. Damien raised his eyebrows, but remained silent as Gerald ruthlessly argued down the price.
He got his answer when they left the street fair and Gerald tenderly wiped the grime and tarnish off a fragile piece of glass. Underneath it was the face of a clock, too small to ever house the appropriate mechanism.
“A watch used to be an important theological analogy, Vryce. As the watch with its complexity proves the existence of a watchmaker, so the world proves the existence of its creator.”
Under Gerald’s touch, a tiny screw turned without resistance.
Tick.
-FIN-
Re: *is evil*
Date: 2006-04-06 03:58 am (UTC)BTW, Italian POTO: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=P6SE611Y
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Date: 2006-04-06 04:02 am (UTC)Will download once I get home :) Computer in the office is... unsteady at best :)
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Date: 2006-04-06 04:04 am (UTC)Re: *is evil*
Date: 2006-04-06 04:09 am (UTC)Regarding magical invites, I'm not sure if they would be the best of ideas, although they would be practical, because Dru showing up at the same place as Buffy and the Immortal and Spike and VK and the humanified daddy? BAHAH! Sparks and then some :D
I could see mortal!Angel with faint memories, trying to pick out details, treying to focus on certain things, like an amnesiac trying to remembering more about who he is/was, which means he visits all the places we know Angel spent memorable times and, eventually, 20-something Angel shows up at the castle, staring at it and going bzuh?
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Date: 2006-04-06 04:14 am (UTC)And then a few weeks/months later, when Angel's at least partially recovered, the ball could be a good opportunity for his reintroduction to society at large... :>
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Date: 2006-04-06 04:27 am (UTC)Not to mention the fact that Dawn's almost the same age as him now, Buffy has moved onto a guy who screwed his woman 250 years earlier and the whelp he used to smackdown regularly is now one of the top boys in the area...
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Date: 2006-04-06 04:39 am (UTC)But even if Angel said to him to come back with him (which won't happen just because Angel remembers who he was and how he made Spike suffer and wouldn't be able to face that, day in, day out), Spike's with Herbert and VK, regardless of long-lost loyalty.
But yes! Biting all over the place! Just because! :D I can even see Dawn tackling him and clutching at him, even biting him out of sheer worry that this 'Angel' will try and break up her happy little family.
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Date: 2006-04-06 04:44 am (UTC)Then again, between Herbert and VK dragging Spike off for random biting and shagging, he might not have time to reflect on all that ;)
(And ooh. Dawn doing the primal-pseudo-vampire thing? That would be terribly cool.)
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Date: 2006-04-06 04:48 am (UTC)But, oh, it's going to be a fantastic scene when he and Spike see each other, because he remembers the stake, remembers dying and meeting Spike's eyes as he did so. Spike might even hug him, after maybe ten minutes of solid WTF-staring :D (And of course, the "Don't you dare die for me again, you stupid arse!")
Also, the whole Angelus-is-mortal thing would probably be the only reason Spike would keep him around, rather than by choice - he knows now that words out, peple'll be after him, so they keep him with them to protect him for a while.
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Date: 2006-04-06 04:58 am (UTC)I'd be very curious on how you'd write their present dynamic. In Angel S5, they seemed to be... cautious friends, at times. And new!complex!souled!Angel might be more acceptable to VK and Herbert to keep around for a few months...
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Date: 2006-04-06 05:04 am (UTC)I like to think of him as ending up back in the region of his birth, in a family similar to the one he had originally. Definitely with a nearly-teenage sister. Make him about 25-ish, since canon slips between late-teens and late-20s dependent on how much weight David B had put on at the time.
With the memories as they are, he's actually become a better person accordingly, despite only having been officially 'alive' for about 2 years by the time he visits. Probably has a nice blonde girlfriend somewhere, waiting for him to come back from his round-the-world trip. Bit of a Bohemian type, as well. Artist (*snickers* And Angelus had the gall to mock Spike), but labourer to pay his way, kind of thing.
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Date: 2006-04-06 05:18 am (UTC)Re: *is evil*
Date: 2006-04-06 05:21 am (UTC)Seriously, when did this stop being a smutty one-shot? BAAAAAAAAAAH! I'm re-reading some of the later chapters and good lord, I write a lot, don't I?
Am going to try and finish the first Spike chapter now, because gah. My brain is being odd and random with lines and the sooner I finish it, the sooner I can fall asleep and have less vampires...
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Date: 2006-04-06 05:23 am (UTC)*pats you* Good luck with that, and get well soon. You need a good and healthy brain in order to appease the vampires well.
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Date: 2006-04-06 05:27 am (UTC)Fortuitously, there will be no mortal-shagging on-going when Angel shows up, so we can avoid the everyone-sleeping-with-everyone-else thing. Illyria is going to be all manner of aboggle as well :D
*muses* Actually, he's going to have longer hair at this point, because he remembers wondering what his hair looked like and remembers seeing how stupid it was in Pylea,m so yep, longer hair in a ponytail :D
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Date: 2006-04-06 05:29 am (UTC)I think the long hair's getting to be a Carpe theme. Not that I'm complaining of course, because long hair = terribly hot.
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Date: 2006-04-06 05:32 am (UTC)*grins* I don't think SPike'll have his back to tie-back length, but just long and shaggy enough for Herbert to tangle his fingers in :D Herbie despised the gelled up hair.
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Date: 2006-04-06 05:40 am (UTC)Herbie's all about the convenient handholds, isn't he? ;)
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Date: 2006-04-06 05:42 am (UTC)*grins* He likes to have some easy access to something that he can drag his bitches around by :D
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Date: 2006-04-06 05:45 am (UTC)*pets Herbert* Aww, whatta cute ickle lecherous vampie :D
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Date: 2006-04-06 05:48 am (UTC)*writes up the end of the first William chapter*
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Date: 2006-04-06 05:53 am (UTC)too much...*poke?*
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