Sixth drabble for today.
Jun. 2nd, 2004 06:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Two to go....
Title: Lost Friends
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine, they're Whedon's. *sob*
Written for:
challenge100's #16 Virginia Woolf challenge.
Notes: Inspired by this quotation: Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death...others through sheer inability to cross the street.
Doyle. Cordy. Fred. Wes.
Four soldiers down. Four friends dead. That hurt.
Lorne.
Gone. He'd finally pushed him too far, and he wasn't coming back. That hurt worse.
It seemed silly that a demon would have delicate sensibilities. But Lorne had never liked the messier side of what they did, and asking him to kill Lindsey had apparently been the last straw. He'd seen the necessity, he'd heard Lindsey sing, and he'd done it...but he didn't enjoy it. Angel wished him well, wherever he was.
He wondered how many more friends he'd be grieving over after the battle was over.
Title: Lost Friends
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine, they're Whedon's. *sob*
Written for:
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Notes: Inspired by this quotation: Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death...others through sheer inability to cross the street.
Doyle. Cordy. Fred. Wes.
Four soldiers down. Four friends dead. That hurt.
Lorne.
Gone. He'd finally pushed him too far, and he wasn't coming back. That hurt worse.
It seemed silly that a demon would have delicate sensibilities. But Lorne had never liked the messier side of what they did, and asking him to kill Lindsey had apparently been the last straw. He'd seen the necessity, he'd heard Lindsey sing, and he'd done it...but he didn't enjoy it. Angel wished him well, wherever he was.
He wondered how many more friends he'd be grieving over after the battle was over.