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

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

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

[baudown.livejournal.com]

Heh. The true measure of his love.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Spike was always one for grand gestures. :)

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

*laughs!*