Fic- Christmas Miracle// Angel the Series
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cornerofmadnessTitle -- Christmas Miracle
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Fandom -- Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series
Disclaimer -- Whedon owns all
Rating -- teen
Characters/Pairing -- Angel
Timeline/Spoilers -- Eh, let’s call it second or third year Angel.
Word Count --
Warning -- None
Summary -- Angel gets contemplative for the holidays
Author’s Note -- I am seriously pulling things from the ether for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
12_daysofficmas this year. I have nothing prepared.
XXX
He meant to go north just for a few days but traveling for him isn’t easy. He would like to see the twinkling lights on a thick blanket of snow. Angel can’t explain to anyone what the lights, snow and Christmas mean to him. It’s not something guys would talk about with each other. They aren’t good at talking out emotional issues. Cordelia wouldn’t want to hear it because it was Buffy related and Buffy no longer took his calls. He wasn’t good with going to the prison and talking about it with Faith either.
Winters in LA weren’t the same. Heat and the wash of city lights didn’t have the same feel. Angel remembered Christmases back home. He remembered hating them, being bundled up in his finery under his father’s tyrannical eye and trapped in the church for the better part of the day. It was long, preachy and nowhere near as fun as it was today.
Angel wandered into a Catholic Church, the smells familiar as an old friend. An old man in robes hustled down the aisle toward him.
“May I help you, my son?” he asked.
“I just want to sit a moment,” Angel said, “and pray,” he added belatedly.
The old man nodded and walked back toward the poinsettia bedecked altar. He disappeared into the sacristy.
Angel really had no intentions of praying. He wanted to sit and think more than anything. He might had asked the priest to listen to his confession to talk about that day, that Christmas day that saved his existence. However, how could he tell anyone the truth; that he was a vampire saved by an impossible snow one southern California day?
No, it was enough to simply sit on the hard wooden pew and remember that in many ways he was grateful for that miracle. Around the altar, Christmas trees – enough for a forest – twinkled in multicolors. Near the baptismal sat a manager scene. Angel didn’t feel particularly serene or filled with the spirit but for a moment, he felt somehow content. For a creature like him, maybe that was enough.
Author--
cornerofmadnessFandom -- Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series
Disclaimer -- Whedon owns all
Rating -- teen
Characters/Pairing -- Angel
Timeline/Spoilers -- Eh, let’s call it second or third year Angel.
Word Count --
Warning -- None
Summary -- Angel gets contemplative for the holidays
Author’s Note -- I am seriously pulling things from the ether for
12_daysofficmas this year. I have nothing prepared.XXX
He meant to go north just for a few days but traveling for him isn’t easy. He would like to see the twinkling lights on a thick blanket of snow. Angel can’t explain to anyone what the lights, snow and Christmas mean to him. It’s not something guys would talk about with each other. They aren’t good at talking out emotional issues. Cordelia wouldn’t want to hear it because it was Buffy related and Buffy no longer took his calls. He wasn’t good with going to the prison and talking about it with Faith either.
Winters in LA weren’t the same. Heat and the wash of city lights didn’t have the same feel. Angel remembered Christmases back home. He remembered hating them, being bundled up in his finery under his father’s tyrannical eye and trapped in the church for the better part of the day. It was long, preachy and nowhere near as fun as it was today.
Angel wandered into a Catholic Church, the smells familiar as an old friend. An old man in robes hustled down the aisle toward him.
“May I help you, my son?” he asked.
“I just want to sit a moment,” Angel said, “and pray,” he added belatedly.
The old man nodded and walked back toward the poinsettia bedecked altar. He disappeared into the sacristy.
Angel really had no intentions of praying. He wanted to sit and think more than anything. He might had asked the priest to listen to his confession to talk about that day, that Christmas day that saved his existence. However, how could he tell anyone the truth; that he was a vampire saved by an impossible snow one southern California day?
No, it was enough to simply sit on the hard wooden pew and remember that in many ways he was grateful for that miracle. Around the altar, Christmas trees – enough for a forest – twinkled in multicolors. Near the baptismal sat a manager scene. Angel didn’t feel particularly serene or filled with the spirit but for a moment, he felt somehow content. For a creature like him, maybe that was enough.
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