Eaten by Weasels (eatenbyweasels) wrote in ebw_buffyslash, @ 2008-03-22 17:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | 12, 500 words and under, angel/wesley, angst |
Relic. Angel/Wesley. 12
For slashthedrabble's "smell" challenge.
Relic
So very delicate. So very, very old. Sometimes, Angel thinks he’s only imagining that the smell remains, as he strokes the fragile weft with his fingertips. His hands are changing. Slowly deforming to the claws of his grandsire. And the blue of the shirt is as muddied as Angel’s recollection of sunlit sky. Yet still it clings, this relic of scent, of a man whose bones are beyond dust. Angel presses his hideous face to the fabric and breathes-in the moment when centuries fall away and he can almost touch the love smiling back at him.
“Wesley.” he whispers.