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katleeptWorking Title: His Angel
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Angel
Character/Pairing: Angel/Cordelia
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge: This is for a![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
gameofcards land comm challenge. If you join, be sure to tell them Kat Lee of Team Hearts sent you!
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 454
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, not the author, and are used without permission.
They call him Angel. He's heard the name over two hundred years, and yet still, sometimes, he forgets it's his. He doesn't feel like an Angel. He's never truly felt like one, and that's not from whence his namesake comes. Still, it's his name, but it isn't him.
For a while, he was called Angelus. That was the time during which the villagers spoke of the one with the Angelic face in whispers hushed by fear. The women never whispered his name for long. They screamed it, first in passion, then in terror. Those screams still haunt him to this night.
He's not Angel. He's never been Angelic. Even when he's tried to be a hero, he's failed. He doesn't deserve the name, and yet it is his.
He's known a few who deserve to be Angels, every one of whom he's lost. He's let them down. He's failed them, and it's caused them nothing less than their lives. He remembers Doyle with great fondness. He was never the heroic type, but he died a hero. It's the one who he lost later, however, the one who helped him carry on pass Doyle's death and became his new connection to the Powers That Be, who he always think of these days when they call his name.
She was the greatest Angel he's ever known. The beauty of her flesh was only surpassed by the beauty of her heart that she spent years trying to ignore and fight. Cordelia wasn't born a hero, but she chose to become one just as she chose to love him. Now, she's laying cold and dead six feet underneath the city she thought held her fame.
He can never forget her, or that fact. He can't forget that she came to Los Angeles to become a star and stayed because of him. He can't forget that, if it wasn't for him, she might have achieved her stardom another way, but now her legend, for those who know it, will always shine brighter than any of the stars. She wanted only to be an actress. She became a warrioress, a Seer, a heroine, a possessed vessel, and a ghost, all because of him.
His dark eyes with unshed tears. They're calling him again, but it's so strange to hear them speak his name. He's not an Angel; he'll never be an Angel. He can't be an Angel for he might as well have killed her himself. His Angel is dead. He is no Angel, but he'll never stop searching for his Angel, the Angel he loves, the Angel who gave everything for him and saved him so many times more than he could ever save her, the Angel he killed.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Angel
Character/Pairing: Angel/Cordelia
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge: This is for a
gameofcards land comm challenge. If you join, be sure to tell them Kat Lee of Team Hearts sent you!Warning(s): None
Word Count: 454
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, not the author, and are used without permission.
They call him Angel. He's heard the name over two hundred years, and yet still, sometimes, he forgets it's his. He doesn't feel like an Angel. He's never truly felt like one, and that's not from whence his namesake comes. Still, it's his name, but it isn't him.
For a while, he was called Angelus. That was the time during which the villagers spoke of the one with the Angelic face in whispers hushed by fear. The women never whispered his name for long. They screamed it, first in passion, then in terror. Those screams still haunt him to this night.
He's not Angel. He's never been Angelic. Even when he's tried to be a hero, he's failed. He doesn't deserve the name, and yet it is his.
He's known a few who deserve to be Angels, every one of whom he's lost. He's let them down. He's failed them, and it's caused them nothing less than their lives. He remembers Doyle with great fondness. He was never the heroic type, but he died a hero. It's the one who he lost later, however, the one who helped him carry on pass Doyle's death and became his new connection to the Powers That Be, who he always think of these days when they call his name.
She was the greatest Angel he's ever known. The beauty of her flesh was only surpassed by the beauty of her heart that she spent years trying to ignore and fight. Cordelia wasn't born a hero, but she chose to become one just as she chose to love him. Now, she's laying cold and dead six feet underneath the city she thought held her fame.
He can never forget her, or that fact. He can't forget that she came to Los Angeles to become a star and stayed because of him. He can't forget that, if it wasn't for him, she might have achieved her stardom another way, but now her legend, for those who know it, will always shine brighter than any of the stars. She wanted only to be an actress. She became a warrioress, a Seer, a heroine, a possessed vessel, and a ghost, all because of him.
His dark eyes with unshed tears. They're calling him again, but it's so strange to hear them speak his name. He's not an Angel; he'll never be an Angel. He can't be an Angel for he might as well have killed her himself. His Angel is dead. He is no Angel, but he'll never stop searching for his Angel, the Angel he loves, the Angel who gave everything for him and saved him so many times more than he could ever save her, the Angel he killed.
The End
