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.
2013-02-26 08:23 pm (UTC)
2013-02-26 11:59 pm (UTC)
2013-02-26 10:20 pm (UTC)
*hugs and love*
2013-02-27 12:00 am (UTC)
2013-02-27 03:51 am (UTC)
2013-02-27 12:24 pm (UTC)
2013-02-27 06:10 am (UTC)
Nice work!
2013-02-27 12:28 pm (UTC)
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.
2013-02-28 03:03 am (UTC)
And character death! Poor Spike, hasn't he been through enough?
2013-02-27 07:58 am (UTC)
2013-02-27 12:30 pm (UTC)
Appreciate the feedback -- thank you.
2013-03-01 01:40 am (UTC)
2013-03-01 12:41 pm (UTC)
So glad you liked it. Thank you.
2013-03-02 09:19 am (UTC)
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2013-03-22 03:27 pm (UTC)
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2013-03-22 08:47 pm (UTC)
2013-04-28 01:37 am (UTC)
2013-04-28 10:49 am (UTC)
Thanks for commenting!