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All That It Can Be
Author: Pat
Title: All that it can be
Verse: AtS post Not Fade Away
Rating: PG
Pairing: A/C implied, Angel PoV
Category: Ficlet (word count: 620)
Thanks to Lysa for the great Beta work amidst such a short notice
Notes: Created for the Angelic fiction Award of Whedonverse and Beyond, original can be found here: www.whedonverseandbeyond.net/forum/showthread.php
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ALL THAT IT CAN BE
Here I am with my tail between my legs. Actually, my head is buried in my folded arms, but it just feels that way. I’ve lost everything once, and then twice and now thrice. I should stop trying.
Losing my humanity came to me in a moment of hate for my father and pure research of hedonistic pleasures. I didn’t regret it as much as I should have, barely missing Kathy. I am sure she loved Christmas.
Losing Buffy was a choice, a soulful one. It brought me peace and remorse, sadness and joy, but most of all it gave me the Christmas that saved me. We couldn't understand why I was returned and how to go forward but I still learned that good could still be done and come out of it.
Losing my teammates, my friends and family to the evil of this world is soul breaking. Enough I thought to bring Angelus back or at least to kill the Angel they loved. How can there still be a Christmas to celebrate?
I am falling down, I am falling apart, my sanity departed.
I signed away what my Cordelia held the dearest, my Shanshu. How come I am still here, and Evil too?
I probably forgot to believe in Christmas.
Even Spike could take my Shanshu away. I just don’t deserve to believe in Christmas.
I don’t deserve a family, a lover, happiness.
It’s funny how warm it is at the bottom. Am I dreaming; have I lost it? Warm arms encircle me; my hunched back feels the weight of someone, my teary face feels kisses, my unneeded breath catches up in my chest when I finally recognize the scent.
“You're back!” I whisper to the form giving me a new strength.
“I never left,” is the murmured reply.
“I was so alone without you,” I manage before kissing her lightly on the corner of these curvaceous lips.
"Me too, big guy," she adds before ravaging my hungry mouth.
I know I am dreaming, but I want more. Her hands knead my muscles, her painted nails scrape my heated skin. Soft breathy pants fill my world. I suddenly want to believe. I want to feel alive. No, I want more. Simply, I want everything.
A kaleidoscope of vivid frames flashes in my weary brain, laughter and pain building to an array of emotions that I forgot to appreciate. It’s rawness called to my own passion, my own spirit and my own heart to spell without words why Christmas matters. It is the day where I can remember, not with sorrow but with glee that we all gave it all.
I long for the friendship shared with Doyle, for the intellectual stimulation offered by Wesley, for the battles fought along Gunn, for the empathy shared with Lorne, for the anchoring squabbling of Spike, for the open hope offered by Fred, for the affection and admiration of my son, for the companionship of my last love.
But moreover, I thank them all for giving me a life worth so much more than what I was set to accomplish as Liam, that held my chin up after the heartbreaking debacle of Sunnydale. We each found the purpose, the love and the approval we craved within our family; we found the trusty and caring rock no one on earth should do without. I’ll thank them all, here or in another plane and until then, I’ll share my epiphany with you, I’ll dream maybe even live, if I apply myself, those stolen moments of love, of everyday strength and faith, of subjugated hopes, of deeper connection.
Thank you Cordy for reminding me of how beautiful Christmas can be.
The End.
~*~
Notes: Here is the prompt and characteristics that were required for the fic you just read. All comments are encouraged and welcomed of course.
WRITING CATEGORY: ANGELIC FICTION AWARD
In this category, inspired by the fact that it is Kwanza, Hannuka (Hannukha), Christmas, New Year celebration, the Chinese New Year, etc write about anything festive of your liking and how the folks from any Whedon series are dealing with the festivities or this special time of the year. Pen a little something for our starved minds and post it for voting..
Title: All that it can be
Verse: AtS post Not Fade Away
Rating: PG
Pairing: A/C implied, Angel PoV
Category: Ficlet (word count: 620)
Thanks to Lysa for the great Beta work amidst such a short notice
Notes: Created for the Angelic fiction Award of Whedonverse and Beyond, original can be found here: www.whedonverseandbeyond.net/forum/showthread.php
~*~*~
ALL THAT IT CAN BE
Here I am with my tail between my legs. Actually, my head is buried in my folded arms, but it just feels that way. I’ve lost everything once, and then twice and now thrice. I should stop trying.
Losing my humanity came to me in a moment of hate for my father and pure research of hedonistic pleasures. I didn’t regret it as much as I should have, barely missing Kathy. I am sure she loved Christmas.
Losing Buffy was a choice, a soulful one. It brought me peace and remorse, sadness and joy, but most of all it gave me the Christmas that saved me. We couldn't understand why I was returned and how to go forward but I still learned that good could still be done and come out of it.
Losing my teammates, my friends and family to the evil of this world is soul breaking. Enough I thought to bring Angelus back or at least to kill the Angel they loved. How can there still be a Christmas to celebrate?
I am falling down, I am falling apart, my sanity departed.
I signed away what my Cordelia held the dearest, my Shanshu. How come I am still here, and Evil too?
I probably forgot to believe in Christmas.
Even Spike could take my Shanshu away. I just don’t deserve to believe in Christmas.
I don’t deserve a family, a lover, happiness.
It’s funny how warm it is at the bottom. Am I dreaming; have I lost it? Warm arms encircle me; my hunched back feels the weight of someone, my teary face feels kisses, my unneeded breath catches up in my chest when I finally recognize the scent.
“You're back!” I whisper to the form giving me a new strength.
“I never left,” is the murmured reply.
“I was so alone without you,” I manage before kissing her lightly on the corner of these curvaceous lips.
"Me too, big guy," she adds before ravaging my hungry mouth.
I know I am dreaming, but I want more. Her hands knead my muscles, her painted nails scrape my heated skin. Soft breathy pants fill my world. I suddenly want to believe. I want to feel alive. No, I want more. Simply, I want everything.
A kaleidoscope of vivid frames flashes in my weary brain, laughter and pain building to an array of emotions that I forgot to appreciate. It’s rawness called to my own passion, my own spirit and my own heart to spell without words why Christmas matters. It is the day where I can remember, not with sorrow but with glee that we all gave it all.
I long for the friendship shared with Doyle, for the intellectual stimulation offered by Wesley, for the battles fought along Gunn, for the empathy shared with Lorne, for the anchoring squabbling of Spike, for the open hope offered by Fred, for the affection and admiration of my son, for the companionship of my last love.
But moreover, I thank them all for giving me a life worth so much more than what I was set to accomplish as Liam, that held my chin up after the heartbreaking debacle of Sunnydale. We each found the purpose, the love and the approval we craved within our family; we found the trusty and caring rock no one on earth should do without. I’ll thank them all, here or in another plane and until then, I’ll share my epiphany with you, I’ll dream maybe even live, if I apply myself, those stolen moments of love, of everyday strength and faith, of subjugated hopes, of deeper connection.
Thank you Cordy for reminding me of how beautiful Christmas can be.
The End.
~*~
Notes: Here is the prompt and characteristics that were required for the fic you just read. All comments are encouraged and welcomed of course.
WRITING CATEGORY: ANGELIC FICTION AWARD
In this category, inspired by the fact that it is Kwanza, Hannuka (Hannukha), Christmas, New Year celebration, the Chinese New Year, etc write about anything festive of your liking and how the folks from any Whedon series are dealing with the festivities or this special time of the year. Pen a little something for our starved minds and post it for voting..
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You did an incredible job in capturing Angel's emotions!
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I wasn't sure how to go from a very depressed Angel to one that is more hopeful and I really did want him to have a bit of positiveness around... (Not that I'd mind an appearance of Angelus here and there, but I really wanted something more bitter sweet and romantic).
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I truly believe that Sunnydale gave him a purpose and a new lease to life but Los Angeles gave him and actual life, something comparable to what we go through in the Human Condition, gives him memories and grief the way we experience it.
Thanks for reading and commenting, I don't get a lot of those, so I am really appreciating you taking the time.
:-)
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But I liked the way you took him from the bottom of the pit to somewhere much more positive. Christmas wins…
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Yes, I could feel the despair dragging me down with Mr. Tall and Broody here.
Still, by the end of the show there wasn't that much to be positive about and I want him to find a will to go on, somehow.
Thank you for reading and commenting, and yep Christmas Always Wins!