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Angel/Darla. Ignite.
It is a matter of sparks, she begins. Do you understand?
Oh, yes, my queen, he responds after a pause, but his gaze is trained on the night sky and she knows that right now he does not see her. But he’s young yet, and besotted with what he has become. She isn’t bothered. A smile turns her lips upward as she watches.
He is alight with promise; she is pleased with her choice. He will be great. She can tell already, and looks forward to one day enjoying the satisfaction of having known all along. And he is hers, as soon as he grows used to this new, shining perception of the night and the rush and the euphoria of drinking, of killing. She has long since grown accustomed to the taste of death, but he is nothing more but a child, a little boy, and watching him discover these things – the prospect nearly thrills her.
Are you pleased? she asks, knowing the answer. I promised you new worlds.
It’s . . .
He falters.
. . . it’s beyond anything, he finishes, a clumsy offering. She understands the sentiment, and thinks herself almost touched.
Oh, my dear boy, she says, the words blending in a sigh. You’ve only begun.
The moonlight plays across his face, and her own, she imagines. She has no need for a reflection but in his eyes, she decides she can see herself. The way he finally casts his stare on her, the awe that finely weaves its way into his features – she is nothing short of luminous and it is a welcome reaffirmation.
A matter of sparks, ya said? he inquires, pointedly nonchalant, not wishing to reveal that he had been lying when he’d claimed understanding before.
She feigns oblivion.
Mmm, yes, she answers, as though it is something to be savoured. You were dimmed by mortality, but beyond it there was a hint of something more. The promise of a flame.
Which I gather you’ve ignited, he offers, grinning at her. He is aware of his own charm. She hardly minds this.
I like to think so, she says demurely.
Oh, darlin’ – and he is so close it shakes her almost like a heartbeat – what an eternity we’ve got in store.
Indeed, she thinks, and closes her eyes to be kissed.
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Because Angel/Darla and Kate/Sawyer? All at once? And with such brilliance? I might keel over from being so utterly entertained.
Oh man, it's just all kinds of good.
And you just have Angel/Darla down to a tee.
And well...I have no proper words for the Kate/Sawyer, but I insist you write more, because it makes me sublimly happy.
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And, aww, thank you. :) I'm glad you liked.
Also, I am overcome with the suspicion that I may be doing more Sawyer/Kate writing, 'cause dude? They were So. Much. Fun. Totally surprised me.
Not that I thought they wouldn't be fun, or anything, but . . . ya know.
Something like that. :D
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