Hands
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Angel the Series › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,606
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1
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Currently Reading:
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Hands
TITLE: Hands
AUTHOR: Prophecy Girl (lauri@punkass.com)
RATING: R
SYNOPSIS: The hands of a boy.
DISCLAIMER: If I owned them, my life would be very different.
DEDICATION: To Lisa.
The blood was on his hands now and it was too late to do anything about it. Her vengeance had been wrought and she wondered if she could take it all back.. But deep down she knew she wouldn't. If she had the choice she would have shot him and let the portal close over his corpse. Taken the fall instead of..
And Gunn looked at her with those sad eyes and she knew nothing would be the same again because the blood was on his hands. His loving, do-no-wrong, hurt-no-flies hands. She couldn't see it, but it was there.
It was her fault.
That night he lay facing away from her, the moonlight playing off his strong back as he stared with stone eyes at nothing in particular. He'd showered again and again, trying to scrape the sick feeling off his skin but still it lingered, haunting him.
She thought it must have been so hard for him.
He reeled that it was so easy.
Grab. Snap. Toss. A life torn away by his hands. He lifts them now and studies them carefully, thinking back on how many demons and vampires they have killed. How many times he has defended himself with them, but never been on the offensive. Never attacked for the sake of attacking. For the sake of a girl.
Once he'd sold his soul for a truck. It's gone now again, he knows, this time for a girl. For her. For the comfort of her arms and the darkness in her eyes that's always there now. The violence under her pale skin, rippling and releasing every now and then when she is hurt. There is a danger that he is drawn to, that he's maybe always been drawn to, and he can feel them both spiraling into bleakness.
She doesn't move to hold him tonight. The murky darkness has crept across her skin and touching would only square the radius of evil. She thinks of formulas to keep her mind on track. She tries not to concentrate on the dead eyes of her professor, staring back at her accusingly from Gunn's arms.
He is the one lost in the dark now, in the cave of his mind. He's drowning and he can't save himself.
And damned if she knows how to rescue him.
AUTHOR: Prophecy Girl (lauri@punkass.com)
RATING: R
SYNOPSIS: The hands of a boy.
DISCLAIMER: If I owned them, my life would be very different.
DEDICATION: To Lisa.
The blood was on his hands now and it was too late to do anything about it. Her vengeance had been wrought and she wondered if she could take it all back.. But deep down she knew she wouldn't. If she had the choice she would have shot him and let the portal close over his corpse. Taken the fall instead of..
And Gunn looked at her with those sad eyes and she knew nothing would be the same again because the blood was on his hands. His loving, do-no-wrong, hurt-no-flies hands. She couldn't see it, but it was there.
It was her fault.
That night he lay facing away from her, the moonlight playing off his strong back as he stared with stone eyes at nothing in particular. He'd showered again and again, trying to scrape the sick feeling off his skin but still it lingered, haunting him.
She thought it must have been so hard for him.
He reeled that it was so easy.
Grab. Snap. Toss. A life torn away by his hands. He lifts them now and studies them carefully, thinking back on how many demons and vampires they have killed. How many times he has defended himself with them, but never been on the offensive. Never attacked for the sake of attacking. For the sake of a girl.
Once he'd sold his soul for a truck. It's gone now again, he knows, this time for a girl. For her. For the comfort of her arms and the darkness in her eyes that's always there now. The violence under her pale skin, rippling and releasing every now and then when she is hurt. There is a danger that he is drawn to, that he's maybe always been drawn to, and he can feel them both spiraling into bleakness.
She doesn't move to hold him tonight. The murky darkness has crept across her skin and touching would only square the radius of evil. She thinks of formulas to keep her mind on track. She tries not to concentrate on the dead eyes of her professor, staring back at her accusingly from Gunn's arms.
He is the one lost in the dark now, in the cave of his mind. He's drowning and he can't save himself.
And damned if she knows how to rescue him.