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seraphcelene) wrote2006-09-12 07:20 am
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Drabble: [Angel] why can't I have a happy thought?
The prompt for this week at
open_on_sunday is Babies. This is what I came up with:
A/N: AU-what if after Lullaby
Angel cradled his mewling, wet, ash-covered son and wished for tears to weep.
“Connor,” he called the squalling, scrabbling, blackened thing with claws and Darla’s cornflower eyes. The baby blinked up at him and snarled around the nipple clamped between his teeth. Blood bubbled up and spilled over Connor’s chin. Angel wiped it away with his thumb.
“We gotta kill it,” Gunn said. “It ain’t right.”
“He’s my son,” Angel replied. “He has a soul.”
Wesley gently touched Angel’s shoulder. “Yes, but perhaps we should take precautions. For now.”
Bleakly Angel stared down at his son. “He has a soul.”
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A/N: AU-what if after Lullaby
Angel cradled his mewling, wet, ash-covered son and wished for tears to weep.
“Connor,” he called the squalling, scrabbling, blackened thing with claws and Darla’s cornflower eyes. The baby blinked up at him and snarled around the nipple clamped between his teeth. Blood bubbled up and spilled over Connor’s chin. Angel wiped it away with his thumb.
“We gotta kill it,” Gunn said. “It ain’t right.”
“He’s my son,” Angel replied. “He has a soul.”
Wesley gently touched Angel’s shoulder. “Yes, but perhaps we should take precautions. For now.”
Bleakly Angel stared down at his son. “He has a soul.”