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Darkness & Flight
Written for the CA At Last Valentine's Day Challenge. Feel free to stop by & request a prompt & write, write, write! I got into this cuz of my heart tether to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
melissasdavid whom I probably have waaayyy too many warm fuzzies for & beta'd by the lovely tempertemper. It was fun having u as a beta lady, which u already know *g* All mistakes r mine.
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Spoilers: s'where in S4, after which I ignore Joss' canon all together & lead us all to my Happy!Place. In my Happy!Place Angel's soul is not in danger of going anywhere, no matter how happy he gets.
Prompt 15: I once asked a bird; how is it that you; fly in this gravity; of darkness? she responded, love lifts me. ~Hafiz
Darkness was the first thing to reach out to him when he regained his soul in Romania. A darkness so deep that not even his undead eyes could see in it. He ran, those early decades, hoping that eventually he could outrun it, find his way back to the light he knew as a beloved older brother in Ireland or to the indifference he had known with Darla. But the darkness would not let up. And for the first time in his too long life, “curse” was no longer an abstract concept.
And now, in L.A., darkness was all around him but not so much in him, not like it was in the beginning. Out of the silvery stillness of a full moon night he heard a voice call his name and damn if it didn’t feel like in her mouth his name was a benediction and the salvation of all mankind.
“Angel? What are you doing up here?”
Cordelia wrapped her robe a little tighter around her body, still encased in the residual warmth of their bed. He smiled at her a little and without so much as a by-your-leave she wrapped her arms around him like she was a burrowing parasitic demon, though this was one infestation he would not want to fight.
“You’re just one soldier in the army, Angel.” There it was again, the benediction and complete faith in him. “You’re not going to win every battle. But together we will win the war.”
He both felt and heard her sleepy smile. “And I should know. I am Vision Girl.”
“I know. It’s just, sometimes it’s overwhelming.”
“I know, babe. But the Powers keep sending visions which means we still have work to do. And if the Powers trust you to do their good work who are you to give up?” This last bit was accompanied by her leaning away from him at the waist and looking into his dark eyes with a saucy tilt to her right eyebrow. It was hard to resist her like this. He smiled and the burden he had carried to the roof of the Hyperion slipped off his shoulders like a loose shawl.
“You’re one helluva woman.”
Her answering smile was tender.
“And don’t you forget it.”
“You know what would help me remember?” He leaned in and whispered something in her ear before pressing gentle kisses to her neck. She tilted her head with a tiny moan so he had easier access.
“You know, just cuz I-" her breath hitched “became Mrs. Angel and Connor calls me ‘Mommy’ does not mean that you can just-” she exhaled in a heated rush as his cool hands touched first her stomach and then her back beneath her shirt.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh forget it. I can’t…think when you…” She let her fingers run through his hair as she jumped a little and hitched her legs around his waist using her hands to bring his head to her breast.
Angel’s grin was wicked. “In a hurry, Cordy? Or can you wait til I get you back to bed?”
“Well if you weren’t planning to finish this here get a move on big boy. Put that vamp speed-”
An owl startled as the pair he had seen on the roof seemed to vanish through a door.
~~~~
Later, much, much later, it was Angel’s turn to roll over and grasp nothing but cool sheets. He sat up, listening for Cordy. He walked quietly to Connor’s room and found her staring at his four year old form, curled up in his Spiderman sheets (a gift from Uncle Wesley). She lay on the bed, her eyes fixed on his face, hands gently running over their sleeping child. The light saber (a gift from Uncle Gunn) that he had had to pry from Connor’s unconscious grip several hours prior had been returned to its place of honour beside his closet.
“He’s growing up so fast.” Cordy whispered.
Angel stepped into the room and sat beside her. “Yes, he is.” He couldn’t help the proud smile on his face.
“He’s just like you, you know. I bet he’s going to be strong and noble and staking evil vamps in his sleep.”
And just like that, he could see it: father and son fighting side by side, surrounded by Wes, Gunn, Fred, Lorne and Cordy, fighting in their own way but all on the same side. And it felt as if every ache in his body and soul was healed at once. He, for the first time since he was Liam, had a family. Not the type held together by genetics but the type you chose, forged in the heat of battle and tempered by love. And, he realised with lightning clarity, these bonds made him indefatigably strong.
He rested his hand on his wife’s hip. “You think I’m noble?”
“No,” she said, not missing a beat. “I know you are.” She rolled over to look in his eyes and rested a hand on his cheek.
“Definitely the most noble man I know. Stop doubting your worth, Angel. You are good. And you’ve passed that on to Connor and will keep passing on good to him.”
He kissed her forehead and without touching Connor lay down on the other side so that he was sandwiched between his parents. Cordy smiled and Angel knew she was remembering all the nights they fell asleep just like this, Cordy having given him his final bottle of the evening. He reached for her hand and Cordy intertwined her fingers with his, their joined hands resting lightly on their son’s stomach, an adorable frog night light (a gift from Aunty Fred) casting just enough light that the diamond and gold claddagh on Cordy’s left hand gleamed a little.
“I love you,” Angel whispered.
Cordy sighed contentedly, already half asleep.
“I love you more.”
melissasdavid whom I probably have waaayyy too many warm fuzzies for & beta'd by the lovely tempertemper. It was fun having u as a beta lady, which u already know *g* All mistakes r mine.Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Spoilers: s'where in S4, after which I ignore Joss' canon all together & lead us all to my Happy!Place. In my Happy!Place Angel's soul is not in danger of going anywhere, no matter how happy he gets.
Prompt 15: I once asked a bird; how is it that you; fly in this gravity; of darkness? she responded, love lifts me. ~Hafiz
Darkness was the first thing to reach out to him when he regained his soul in Romania. A darkness so deep that not even his undead eyes could see in it. He ran, those early decades, hoping that eventually he could outrun it, find his way back to the light he knew as a beloved older brother in Ireland or to the indifference he had known with Darla. But the darkness would not let up. And for the first time in his too long life, “curse” was no longer an abstract concept.
And now, in L.A., darkness was all around him but not so much in him, not like it was in the beginning. Out of the silvery stillness of a full moon night he heard a voice call his name and damn if it didn’t feel like in her mouth his name was a benediction and the salvation of all mankind.
“Angel? What are you doing up here?”
Cordelia wrapped her robe a little tighter around her body, still encased in the residual warmth of their bed. He smiled at her a little and without so much as a by-your-leave she wrapped her arms around him like she was a burrowing parasitic demon, though this was one infestation he would not want to fight.
“You’re just one soldier in the army, Angel.” There it was again, the benediction and complete faith in him. “You’re not going to win every battle. But together we will win the war.”
He both felt and heard her sleepy smile. “And I should know. I am Vision Girl.”
“I know. It’s just, sometimes it’s overwhelming.”
“I know, babe. But the Powers keep sending visions which means we still have work to do. And if the Powers trust you to do their good work who are you to give up?” This last bit was accompanied by her leaning away from him at the waist and looking into his dark eyes with a saucy tilt to her right eyebrow. It was hard to resist her like this. He smiled and the burden he had carried to the roof of the Hyperion slipped off his shoulders like a loose shawl.
“You’re one helluva woman.”
Her answering smile was tender.
“And don’t you forget it.”
“You know what would help me remember?” He leaned in and whispered something in her ear before pressing gentle kisses to her neck. She tilted her head with a tiny moan so he had easier access.
“You know, just cuz I-" her breath hitched “became Mrs. Angel and Connor calls me ‘Mommy’ does not mean that you can just-” she exhaled in a heated rush as his cool hands touched first her stomach and then her back beneath her shirt.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh forget it. I can’t…think when you…” She let her fingers run through his hair as she jumped a little and hitched her legs around his waist using her hands to bring his head to her breast.
Angel’s grin was wicked. “In a hurry, Cordy? Or can you wait til I get you back to bed?”
“Well if you weren’t planning to finish this here get a move on big boy. Put that vamp speed-”
An owl startled as the pair he had seen on the roof seemed to vanish through a door.
~~~~
Later, much, much later, it was Angel’s turn to roll over and grasp nothing but cool sheets. He sat up, listening for Cordy. He walked quietly to Connor’s room and found her staring at his four year old form, curled up in his Spiderman sheets (a gift from Uncle Wesley). She lay on the bed, her eyes fixed on his face, hands gently running over their sleeping child. The light saber (a gift from Uncle Gunn) that he had had to pry from Connor’s unconscious grip several hours prior had been returned to its place of honour beside his closet.
“He’s growing up so fast.” Cordy whispered.
Angel stepped into the room and sat beside her. “Yes, he is.” He couldn’t help the proud smile on his face.
“He’s just like you, you know. I bet he’s going to be strong and noble and staking evil vamps in his sleep.”
And just like that, he could see it: father and son fighting side by side, surrounded by Wes, Gunn, Fred, Lorne and Cordy, fighting in their own way but all on the same side. And it felt as if every ache in his body and soul was healed at once. He, for the first time since he was Liam, had a family. Not the type held together by genetics but the type you chose, forged in the heat of battle and tempered by love. And, he realised with lightning clarity, these bonds made him indefatigably strong.
He rested his hand on his wife’s hip. “You think I’m noble?”
“No,” she said, not missing a beat. “I know you are.” She rolled over to look in his eyes and rested a hand on his cheek.
“Definitely the most noble man I know. Stop doubting your worth, Angel. You are good. And you’ve passed that on to Connor and will keep passing on good to him.”
He kissed her forehead and without touching Connor lay down on the other side so that he was sandwiched between his parents. Cordy smiled and Angel knew she was remembering all the nights they fell asleep just like this, Cordy having given him his final bottle of the evening. He reached for her hand and Cordy intertwined her fingers with his, their joined hands resting lightly on their son’s stomach, an adorable frog night light (a gift from Aunty Fred) casting just enough light that the diamond and gold claddagh on Cordy’s left hand gleamed a little.
“I love you,” Angel whispered.
Cordy sighed contentedly, already half asleep.
“I love you more.”
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As always an honour, my friend - and I just read your comments to my comments *grins*
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Seriously though? I love the thought of them finally together, at peace, nothing fallen apart or broken all around them, Connor getting is childhood, Angel and Cordy married... *SQUEEEEEE*
You are a goddess. Mel is Happy. Mel is also a shithead because I am sooo not even close to done with mine. Course I have 5 I'm working on... am TRYING for the happy which is making it difficult to write LOL.
MAD LOVE sweetie.
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2nd: Sweetie I'm glad u love it. If it weren't 4 u I honestly don't think I'd have gotten back into writing so thx for not giving up on making fic demands.
3rd: I knooooooww!!! I TOTES have this as personal!canon. How much more awesome is the AI team for having Cangel married & everybody happy & working together.
4th: Mel needs to stop beating herself up cuz Mel is awesome & does not need beating up.