Fourth drabble for the day for
challenge100
Jun. 2nd, 2004 05:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Heh. This one actually pretty much wrote itself after I started it; go figure. I've only been worrying about it for a week.
Four to go.
Title: Final Reward
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine, they're Whedon's. *sob*
Written for:
challenge100's #23 "In the beginning, there was..." the opening sentence to this drabble.
Notes: I left it vague on purpose. And it's kind of sad and angsty.
He took a weary step forward into the harsh sunlight. The battle was over, they were all dead except him, and he just didn't care anymore. Buffy had apparently forgotten all about him and was off cavorting with the Immortal; he doubted she'd come running even if he lowered himself to call. So, yeah...combusting? Seemed like a really good idea.
Only he wasn't on fire. Now that he didn't want it, the Shanshu was his. And as the irony of his situation hit him, all he could do was lean against the side of the building and laugh bitterly.
Four to go.
Title: Final Reward
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine, they're Whedon's. *sob*
Written for:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
Notes: I left it vague on purpose. And it's kind of sad and angsty.
He took a weary step forward into the harsh sunlight. The battle was over, they were all dead except him, and he just didn't care anymore. Buffy had apparently forgotten all about him and was off cavorting with the Immortal; he doubted she'd come running even if he lowered himself to call. So, yeah...combusting? Seemed like a really good idea.
Only he wasn't on fire. Now that he didn't want it, the Shanshu was his. And as the irony of his situation hit him, all he could do was lean against the side of the building and laugh bitterly.