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Author: seraphcelene
A/N: AU during Anne. Summary courtesy of Emily Dickinson.
Summary: Three times, 'tis said, a sinking man comes up to face the skies.
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A moment of sand and sun and Angel’s arms encircling her waist, chin dipped into the curve of her throat; he whispers into Buffy’s ear: "If I were blind, I would see you."
He dissolves. Blown away by the salty breeze and the sharp rise of guilt, Angel waits in the waves, she knows.
Sitting there, on the beach, smothered by the scent of brine and rot, Buffy watches the tide until she can't resist the pull of the moon or the sound of her name whispered on the wind.
Forever, she thinks, and walks into the ocean at daybreak.
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A/N: AU during Anne. Summary courtesy of Emily Dickinson.
Summary: Three times, 'tis said, a sinking man comes up to face the skies.
A moment of sand and sun and Angel’s arms encircling her waist, chin dipped into the curve of her throat; he whispers into Buffy’s ear: "If I were blind, I would see you."
He dissolves. Blown away by the salty breeze and the sharp rise of guilt, Angel waits in the waves, she knows.
Sitting there, on the beach, smothered by the scent of brine and rot, Buffy watches the tide until she can't resist the pull of the moon or the sound of her name whispered on the wind.
Forever, she thinks, and walks into the ocean at daybreak.
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