Drabble: Angel - Light prompt from Open on Sunday

[seraphcelene]

Not even after the dragon – the fire, the ash, the stink of burning flesh beneath the sulphur – not even after the gaping jaws and leathery wings would Wesley have imagined (and Wesley has imagined many things) this barren, blistering Apocalypse. He never would have pictured an army of Slayers against the blaze of the horizon, their swords drawn and flashing. The rotting bodies are familiar and the crows, but not the blistering daylight.

Wouldn’t have imagined this Hell, this …. Earth bleached raw by perpetual sun, or the gift of Angel’s Shanshu redeemed by Spike on a cross of pine.

Comments

[darlas-mom.livejournal.com]

This is so beautiful. I wish I could say more, but...beautiful. It's the only word for it.

[seraphcelene]

Thank you!!!