In Preparation for High Holy Day
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sisabetI'm exhausted and need sleep, but I had to get out of bed and write this down cause it was cracking me up and maybe it is just the exhaustion talking...
Random Angel/Spike Scene - Set Sometime After Spike Presumably Becomes Corporeal. For the purposes of my brain, Spike is a vampire, I have no real info on if he is going to be human, vampire or Jedi Elf when and if he becomes corporeal. I'm going with vampire here:
Angel and Spike are trapped some where - let's say a cell or room with a wide southern exposure. The sun is coming up - anyone that witnessed my horrid brief attempt at fanfic in the past (Well-fic Miss M, yes I bring up the Well-fic) will recognize this trapped with the sun approaching situation as a particular thing with me. I just like it. This is after they have made valiant, yet failed attempts at escape.
Spike: [getting flask from coat, resigned to fate, sits down with back against wall, drinks and then offers flask up to Angel]
Angel: [looks at flask, looks at window, looks at Spike, sighs, takes flask and sinks to floor to sit beside Spike, drinks, and passes flask back]
Now I am abandoning this stupid script style cause it is annoying me and I wanna tell ya'll about my scene. Bear with me. I am not a writer, I am a television producer. In my heart. I am a television producer in my heart.
Angel looks at Spike and then quickly away, won't meet his eyes. "So," he takes a breath and glances back, "What does it feel like?"
"What does what feel like?" Spike is being deliberately obtuse.
"Burning. What does that feel like?"
Spike grins morosely, "Oh, you know. Searing, overwhelming pain. And it is really, really hot."
"Thought so."
They pass the flask back and forth, companionably in silence, watching the sun's approach. I'm making it a magic flask that never is empty cause I want them drunk. Being all-powerful is fun. I should write more often.
"Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"What is Hell like?"
Angel considers, takes a swig, "Searing, overwhelming pain without end."
Spike nods, "That's what I thought."
Angel continues matter-of-factly, maybe the liquor is making him a bit more chatty, maybe it is because no one has ever really asked him about this before, "See, you would think there would be heat there. But I never noticed that, it was almost as if there was an absence of heat. That was...unexpected, y'know?" Angel turns and looks at Spike inquiringly.
Spike shrugs his shoulder and kinda leans into Angel a bit,"Well, yeah. Seeing as how it is hell and all. It's fairly disappointing, that's what! Where is the fire? Where is the brimstone?" He points a finger and aims it at Angel's chest to make his next point, "Why the hell do they go on and on about the Hell-fire if there isn't any? I think it is cheap and wrong and it is hell fire. Hell Fire, Angel."
"File a complaint."
"I just might."
The boys drink some more. The sun is breaking. Spike is now slumped up against Angel's left arm, the vamps sit with their backs to the wall and legs splayed out in front of them.
Spike turns his head into Angel's shoulder, "I don't want to be cold. I wouldn't mind burning forever if it meant I didn't have to be cold."
"I think that's why it is cold."
Random Angel/Spike Scene - Set Sometime After Spike Presumably Becomes Corporeal. For the purposes of my brain, Spike is a vampire, I have no real info on if he is going to be human, vampire or Jedi Elf when and if he becomes corporeal. I'm going with vampire here:
Angel and Spike are trapped some where - let's say a cell or room with a wide southern exposure. The sun is coming up - anyone that witnessed my horrid brief attempt at fanfic in the past (Well-fic Miss M, yes I bring up the Well-fic) will recognize this trapped with the sun approaching situation as a particular thing with me. I just like it. This is after they have made valiant, yet failed attempts at escape.
Spike: [getting flask from coat, resigned to fate, sits down with back against wall, drinks and then offers flask up to Angel]
Angel: [looks at flask, looks at window, looks at Spike, sighs, takes flask and sinks to floor to sit beside Spike, drinks, and passes flask back]
Now I am abandoning this stupid script style cause it is annoying me and I wanna tell ya'll about my scene. Bear with me. I am not a writer, I am a television producer. In my heart. I am a television producer in my heart.
Angel looks at Spike and then quickly away, won't meet his eyes. "So," he takes a breath and glances back, "What does it feel like?"
"What does what feel like?" Spike is being deliberately obtuse.
"Burning. What does that feel like?"
Spike grins morosely, "Oh, you know. Searing, overwhelming pain. And it is really, really hot."
"Thought so."
They pass the flask back and forth, companionably in silence, watching the sun's approach. I'm making it a magic flask that never is empty cause I want them drunk. Being all-powerful is fun. I should write more often.
"Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"What is Hell like?"
Angel considers, takes a swig, "Searing, overwhelming pain without end."
Spike nods, "That's what I thought."
Angel continues matter-of-factly, maybe the liquor is making him a bit more chatty, maybe it is because no one has ever really asked him about this before, "See, you would think there would be heat there. But I never noticed that, it was almost as if there was an absence of heat. That was...unexpected, y'know?" Angel turns and looks at Spike inquiringly.
Spike shrugs his shoulder and kinda leans into Angel a bit,"Well, yeah. Seeing as how it is hell and all. It's fairly disappointing, that's what! Where is the fire? Where is the brimstone?" He points a finger and aims it at Angel's chest to make his next point, "Why the hell do they go on and on about the Hell-fire if there isn't any? I think it is cheap and wrong and it is hell fire. Hell Fire, Angel."
"File a complaint."
"I just might."
The boys drink some more. The sun is breaking. Spike is now slumped up against Angel's left arm, the vamps sit with their backs to the wall and legs splayed out in front of them.
Spike turns his head into Angel's shoulder, "I don't want to be cold. I wouldn't mind burning forever if it meant I didn't have to be cold."
"I think that's why it is cold."
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