And another drabble.

[agilebrit]

Title: Short-Circuiting Sorrow
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.
Written for: open_on_sunday's "Fathers" challenge.
Notes: Illyria's POV during TGIQ.

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Wesley's grief was bad enough. The stench of it fills my nostrils like the decay of thousands of dead creatures left on a battlefield to rot in the sun. He and the shell were not even mates as such, but he is nearly incapacitated.

A father's affection for his offspring is deeper. Wesley had attempted to kill me, when I first manifested. I can only imagine how Roger Burkle would feel. The thought of his sorrow when he learns of the shell's fate nauseates me. I cannot bear it.

And so I won't, I decide, as I take her form.

Comments

[whirligigged.livejournal.com]

I like the rationalization of the transformation - for some reason it's easier to buy while reading this drabble. In the episode, she was just, "I couldn't stand the stench of their grief," like, oh, no, two more people? Aren't you surrounded by people who are sad already?What's two more?

[agilebrit.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the difference would be, to me, that those were Fred's parents. It would have been worse for them than it was for Wes, I think, and on some level Illyria must have realized that.