And another drabble.
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agilebritDude, the Muse is so my bitch...
Title: Bending to Circumstance
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me. One line of dialogue cribbed directly from Angel 5:21 "Power Play," written by David Fury.
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wordoftheday100's "aloof" challenge.
Notes: Illyria ponders her lot in life.
She was trapped in this foul dimension. Her powers had faded to near nonexistence, her worshipers were dead and gone, and her armies turned to dust centuries ago. Human vermin, once barely noticeable ants to be ground underfoot, held sway, and Angel and his minions were unimpressed by her grandeur. Worse, she could not force them to venerate her as they should. Wesley, in fact, had ceased all contact, and the others--save one--barely tolerated her presence.
Holding herself aloof from them had simply made them more resistant to her needs. Perhaps...
"Hey. Wanna go find something to hit?"
Title: Bending to Circumstance
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me. One line of dialogue cribbed directly from Angel 5:21 "Power Play," written by David Fury.
Written for:
wordoftheday100's "aloof" challenge.Notes: Illyria ponders her lot in life.
She was trapped in this foul dimension. Her powers had faded to near nonexistence, her worshipers were dead and gone, and her armies turned to dust centuries ago. Human vermin, once barely noticeable ants to be ground underfoot, held sway, and Angel and his minions were unimpressed by her grandeur. Worse, she could not force them to venerate her as they should. Wesley, in fact, had ceased all contact, and the others--save one--barely tolerated her presence.
Holding herself aloof from them had simply made them more resistant to her needs. Perhaps...
"Hey. Wanna go find something to hit?"
