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Entry tags:
324: Buried - Angel - Angel/Cordelia - His Guiding Angel
Title: His Guiding Angel
Fandom: Angel
Characters/Pairings: Angel/Cordelia
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: She had given him so much.
He could not breathe. Not that he needed to, of course. He was a Vampire and had not needed to breathe for centuries except for that one special day with the woman he had only thought he'd loved. Certain Slayers seemed to weave a kind of unspoken magic over Vampires, and Buffy had done just that for quite a long time. But she was not the one Angel truly loved.
Not the one who now left him feeling like he could not breathe. He could not move. He could only stand, feeling trapped, feeling lost, feeling not altogether like he had felt when his own son had thrown him in a wood box and buried him out at sea. He had thought, then, that that was the worst trap possible, that complete inability to do anything, to help anyone, and to be adrift endlessly, his mind and soul plagued with the thoughts not just of all the evil atrocities he had committed but of all the people he had come to love who would be being tortured because he cared for them and whom he could not reach to help.
But this -- This was truly the worst of it all! He could not move, could not think beyond the grief that now engulfed him. She was gone. There would be no further rescues of her. She was gone, her life ended. The most brilliant soul he had ever known would never again grace him with her presence, her twinkling smile, her laugh --
Her smile. His heart ached even more with a physical, gnawing pain as he remembered the way she had smiled at him just before she had last spoken to him. "Oh, and you're welcome." She had fixed his collar as she'd done so many times before, patted his chest as if to applaud him for doing what was right. She was so much younger than him, yet she had taught him so much.
Tears clouded his vision, but he didn't matter. He couldn't see anything pass her right now anyway. She, Angel realized, had been so very much to him. She had been more than the woman he had loved. She had done more than just use her visions, imparted by Doyle, to guide him. She had been a better person, become a better woman than any of them had thought she could be when they'd been back in Sunnydale, including himself.
And after Sunnydale... He'd been losing himself again. Cordelia had found and rescued him just as much as he had her. She had been far more his driving source than anything else, from his need for redemption to make up for his past sins to Buffy. Her love and subtle, caring guidance had built everything that had led him to the opportunities he now possessed to help others, that had led him to become the man he now was. She had, in every sense, been his guiding Angel long before her spirit had visited.
"Thank you."
The End
Fandom: Angel
Characters/Pairings: Angel/Cordelia
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: She had given him so much.
He could not breathe. Not that he needed to, of course. He was a Vampire and had not needed to breathe for centuries except for that one special day with the woman he had only thought he'd loved. Certain Slayers seemed to weave a kind of unspoken magic over Vampires, and Buffy had done just that for quite a long time. But she was not the one Angel truly loved.
Not the one who now left him feeling like he could not breathe. He could not move. He could only stand, feeling trapped, feeling lost, feeling not altogether like he had felt when his own son had thrown him in a wood box and buried him out at sea. He had thought, then, that that was the worst trap possible, that complete inability to do anything, to help anyone, and to be adrift endlessly, his mind and soul plagued with the thoughts not just of all the evil atrocities he had committed but of all the people he had come to love who would be being tortured because he cared for them and whom he could not reach to help.
But this -- This was truly the worst of it all! He could not move, could not think beyond the grief that now engulfed him. She was gone. There would be no further rescues of her. She was gone, her life ended. The most brilliant soul he had ever known would never again grace him with her presence, her twinkling smile, her laugh --
Her smile. His heart ached even more with a physical, gnawing pain as he remembered the way she had smiled at him just before she had last spoken to him. "Oh, and you're welcome." She had fixed his collar as she'd done so many times before, patted his chest as if to applaud him for doing what was right. She was so much younger than him, yet she had taught him so much.
Tears clouded his vision, but he didn't matter. He couldn't see anything pass her right now anyway. She, Angel realized, had been so very much to him. She had been more than the woman he had loved. She had done more than just use her visions, imparted by Doyle, to guide him. She had been a better person, become a better woman than any of them had thought she could be when they'd been back in Sunnydale, including himself.
And after Sunnydale... He'd been losing himself again. Cordelia had found and rescued him just as much as he had her. She had been far more his driving source than anything else, from his need for redemption to make up for his past sins to Buffy. Her love and subtle, caring guidance had built everything that had led him to the opportunities he now possessed to help others, that had led him to become the man he now was. She had, in every sense, been his guiding Angel long before her spirit had visited.
"Thank you."
The End