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Today I have been leisurely clearing off my hard drive. Lo! I have found some interesting fragments of things. This one is from 2012 and I don't even remember where it was going or what it was supposed to do. Somehow, I got it into my head to write holiday fic for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kita0610. I have no clue what this was supposed to be about. It was intended for Kita, so I imagine there was going to slash and incest and angst. Angel would be broody and Connor would be pretty and have a very red mouth. I don't know. Who can guess at this point. Make of it what you will. Here it is, annexed, with all of its hoary errors, for your pleasure.
I have no clue ...
From a file labelled kita's xmas fic (yes, I am very aware that she is Jewish).
AtS. Angel/Connor (that never made it).
You remember your past in the color of calm, summer skies until he blinks and you remember he isn't a baby anymore. He is hell born or close enough that a few weeks of Cordelia singing off-key lullabies beneath her breath can't make a difference. There is rage lurking in the tight pout of his red mouth.
Pucker up for daddy, boy. In your own way, you too, are hell born.
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kita0610. I have no clue what this was supposed to be about. It was intended for Kita, so I imagine there was going to slash and incest and angst. Angel would be broody and Connor would be pretty and have a very red mouth. I don't know. Who can guess at this point. Make of it what you will. Here it is, annexed, with all of its hoary errors, for your pleasure.I have no clue ...
From a file labelled kita's xmas fic (yes, I am very aware that she is Jewish).
AtS. Angel/Connor (that never made it).
You remember your past in the color of calm, summer skies until he blinks and you remember he isn't a baby anymore. He is hell born or close enough that a few weeks of Cordelia singing off-key lullabies beneath her breath can't make a difference. There is rage lurking in the tight pout of his red mouth.
Pucker up for daddy, boy. In your own way, you too, are hell born.
( Read more... )
