In Preparation for High Holy Day

[sisabet]

I'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."

Comments

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

I've got all of these ideas flying around in my head right now - distracting me - about Buffy saying she felt safe and warm in Heeeaven, and Spike alluding to drinking blood as keeping vampires warm, Angel telling Darla that he knows she just fed because she is warm, Angel asking Darla if she feels the cold - just all of these thoughts running through my head and I really should be working...

But I think burning to a souled vampire would not the worst thing - I think never knowing heat again would be the worst thing - and I think Angel is feeling the cold again and then I think well, the last time he just knew he was going to hell, the elevator let him out in front of W&H and I wonder just how cold he feels now and if knowing that he is gonna die, if it will even make a difference, because how much of a hell is he in right now? And how long can he continue to fight the good fight before the cold overtakes him and he doesn't care anymore and then you have Angel with a soul feeding and I think it could be very easily done.

And then I want Spike to talk to him. But not right now, cause I have a ton of work to do. And I'm sorry to spam you with stream-of-consciousness babble, but I needed to get it out and I knew you would understand.

Oh - I also think that you could totally take [Unknown site tag] in a wrestling match, but your true and pure love won't allow it.

This is the second comment - I deleted the first cause I screwed up annie's name.

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

and I won't delete this one - but let's see if I can get this right:
anniesj

[thebratqueen.livejournal.com]

Well symbollically that also ties in to the concept that hate is not the opposite of love, indifference is. So you'd have to imagine for a guy like Angel who's been aching for forgiveness all these years the worst thing to find out would be the "cold" of God simply forgetting about him. Personally I've always felt that Angelus loved hating God and loved to imagine God hating him right back.

You may always stream of consciousness babble at me. It's what I'm here for. That and cookies.

And my true and pure love for what? Or possibly who? ;)

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

your pure true love for annie sewell-jennings, I have a knack for messing up user-ids.

Poor Angel - God could care less about him. I like your brain.

[thebratqueen.livejournal.com]

Who told?? I thought I was being very subtle in the way I was sending her flowers every day and carving "TBQ + ASJ = 4EVAH" into my boss's desk (because I don't see why my desk should be messed up since I use it after all)

And Angel and God - I could go on for hours. Short version? I don't think God could care less but Angel himself has issues with that. Also this ties in to how I view Wesley but the latter is my own fic bias and not necessarily anything I would put down as an interpretation for the show.

Why yes I'm sneak attack LJing during work, why do you ask? ;)

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

If I ever continue the S/A convo in the sun-filling room, I may now forever be contaminated by your view of Angel feeling God's indifference cause I am so in love with it now, I can never let it go.

Angel is so full of himself - he has to be a player in God's eyes and the idea that he isn't is just devastating.

[thebratqueen.livejournal.com]

That's okay because that's just a half step away from you being in love with me and never letting me go 8) (Why should Annie have all the fun?)

And I've always felt that Angel's had this idea of himself as a big player in God's/The Powers' eyes for a few years now. Like I think one of the few things that could send him into a depression spiral would be to find out that the only real prophecy about him was to make sure Connor got born and then boop! Nobody cares. He can go be the souled vamp equivilant of Joe Schmo. He'd hate it.