January drabbles: Angel
Jan. 15th, 2007 05:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beer_good_foamyJanuary 15th, and it's time to... you guessed it... MESS WITH ANGEL! Yay!
Title: Ironic Punishments Division
Author: Beer Good (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: PG13
Character: Angel
Word count: 100
When Angel's heart starts beating, he supposes he deserved this.
He's done a lot of good in the years since he became a champion of mankind.
Saved souls. Vanquished monsters. Stopped an apocalypse or twelve.
So what if it took 300 years.
So what if he had to watch everyone he loved die.
So what if he failed in the end.
So what if he's the only one left.
Everyone Angelus killed is still dead. He deserved this.
Angel sits on the rubble that was LA, breathing deep, watching the sun set, trying to appreciate the PTB's sense of humor.
Title: Killing Angel By 100 Degrees Fahrenheit
Author: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Rating: PG13
Character: Angel
Word count: 100
Slowly, the world stopped spinning. He was soaked through and through, and his limbs felt heavier than ever before. He could hear the last of the blood-tainted water run out through the drain below him and tried in vain to move.
Then the hatch opened and Fred hauled him out, holding him up triumphantly. "See? Told ya Tide gets demon blood out."
Gunn shrugged. "Fine. I still say we shouldn't have let him fight like that..."
"Oh, don't worry, Angel's tough. Ain'tcha, big guy?" Fred cuddled him before opening the next hatch.
PuppetAngel protested weakly. "No... not the dryer... please..."
More in my ongoing campaign to make fun of His Broodiness
Title: Ironic Punishments Division
Author: Beer Good (
beer_good_foamy)Rating: PG13
Character: Angel
Word count: 100
When Angel's heart starts beating, he supposes he deserved this.
He's done a lot of good in the years since he became a champion of mankind.
Saved souls. Vanquished monsters. Stopped an apocalypse or twelve.
So what if it took 300 years.
So what if he had to watch everyone he loved die.
So what if he failed in the end.
So what if he's the only one left.
Everyone Angelus killed is still dead. He deserved this.
Angel sits on the rubble that was LA, breathing deep, watching the sun set, trying to appreciate the PTB's sense of humor.
Title: Killing Angel By 100 Degrees Fahrenheit
Author: Beer Good (
beer_good_foamy)Rating: PG13
Character: Angel
Word count: 100
Slowly, the world stopped spinning. He was soaked through and through, and his limbs felt heavier than ever before. He could hear the last of the blood-tainted water run out through the drain below him and tried in vain to move.
Then the hatch opened and Fred hauled him out, holding him up triumphantly. "See? Told ya Tide gets demon blood out."
Gunn shrugged. "Fine. I still say we shouldn't have let him fight like that..."
"Oh, don't worry, Angel's tough. Ain'tcha, big guy?" Fred cuddled him before opening the next hatch.
PuppetAngel protested weakly. "No... not the dryer... please..."
More in my ongoing campaign to make fun of His Broodiness
