Requiem (Spike, Angel)

[baudown]

Title: Requiem

Author: baudown

Characters: Spike, Angel (I know, I know! Not Spander!)

Disclaimer: Don’t own or profit from them

Warning: Character death, post-NFA

Written for: open_on_sunday

Prompt: Tradition

Word count: 100

It's always with him -- the ache of absence, the phantom limb.  He's learned to keep the force of it at bay, but there are times, like this, when the current overtakes him.  Sweeping him back, and back, until he's crouching in that street again, a dying man cradled in his arms.  (And in the end he was a man, if only as he died).  Holding him close, whispering the name he'd never spoken willingly, until that moment.  Sire.

No grave.  No stone to honor him.  Just the asphalt where he fell.  Spike pours the whiskey there, an offer of libation.

Comments

[comlodge.livejournal.com]

You made me cry. 'Sire.' Spike would so do this.

[lynnenne]

Sniffle.

[dimestorefind.livejournal.com]

As if the story alone wasn't enough, then I saw that the prompt was "tradition" and the knife slid in that much more. Right in the feels.

Nice work!

[pssnfrt-ksss.livejournal.com]

Oh, so sad. For all that Spike and Angel go out of their way to cause each other problems, there was a deep and unbreakable bond between them. You captured that perfectly.

[sparrow2000.livejournal.com]

Joining in the communal sniffling. You really are on a roll at the moment with your drabbling my dear. Not a word wasted and so much emotion with such a spare delivery. Lovely.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Wow. He must be feeling deeply, to use whiskey like that...

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's beautiful!

[spikesjojo.livejournal.com]

Serious sadness - alone forever now. Aaargh! I ache for Spike, and for Angel. The PTB specialize in irony.