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Requiem (Spike, Angel)
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Title: Requiem

Author: baudown

Characters: Spike, Angel (I know, I know! Not Spander!)

Disclaimer: Don’t own or profit from them

Warning: Character death, post-NFA

Written for: open_on_sunday

Prompt: Tradition

Word count: 100


It's always with him -- the ache of absence, the phantom limb.  He's learned to keep the force of it at bay, but there are times, like this, when the current overtakes him.  Sweeping him back, and back, until he's crouching in that street again, a dying man cradled in his arms.  (And in the end he was a man, if only as he died).  Holding him close, whispering the name he'd never spoken willingly, until that moment.  Sire.


No grave.  No stone to honor him.  Just the asphalt where he fell.  Spike pours the whiskey there, an offer of libation.




You made me cry. 'Sire.' Spike would so do this.

Tears are good! Thank you.

This was sad but well done!!

*hugs and love*

That's how I felt, too.

As if the story alone wasn't enough, then I saw that the prompt was "tradition" and the knife slid in that much more. Right in the feels.

Nice work!

I wrote gen. I think it's gen. Is it gen?

Maybe it isn't. I've confused myself.

And character death, too. So unlike me. I don't know what happened. But I'm happy you liked it.


I think it's gen. There's clearly so much emotion and history between them that it feels like it shouldn't be, but I think it is.

And character death! Poor Spike, hasn't he been through enough?

Oh, so sad. For all that Spike and Angel go out of their way to cause each other problems, there was a deep and unbreakable bond between them. You captured that perfectly.

Yes. They're blood. That never goes away.

Appreciate the feedback -- thank you.

Joining in the communal sniffling. You really are on a roll at the moment with your drabbling my dear. Not a word wasted and so much emotion with such a spare delivery. Lovely.

Over the past few months, I've started writing several stories, spent a lot of time on them, only to have them stall on me midway. So I think I've been big with the drabbles lately in order to have the satisfaction of actually finishing something.

So glad you liked it. Thank you.

Wow. He must be feeling deeply, to use whiskey like that...


Heh. The true measure of his love.

Spike was always one for grand gestures. :)

Thank you! Spike and Angel! I don't know what got into me!

Serious sadness - alone forever now. Aaargh! I ache for Spike, and for Angel. The PTB specialize in irony.

I know -- they hurt my heart.

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