Mirror drabbles

[cornerofmadness]

Angel - 1900 - Hers

He was reflection of her will. Looking in a mirror gained them nothing so Darla molded his looks. His hair worn to her specifications. His clothing was all hand selected by her - with some strident input from him he was proud to say - and every cravat tied, every bow holding back his thick hair were straightened and arranged by her. There were days, when she was angry, he wondered if he wore her ire in messy hair and crooked knots, looking like a fool. He would shine when she desired it. Now, without her, he wondered if he looked like hell.

Angel S 3- Reflective
There was nothing good about Pylea that Angel could remember, except saving Fred, and getting Cordy back. It cost him dearly in this world and even though Buffy was back, nothing was right with her, maybe never would be.

Angel wished he had never seen the place, with one exception; that mirror. For the first time in centuries he had seen what he looked like. He had forgotten how handsome he was. The hair was strange but still. It was like being given back his mortality for just a moment. He would hold onto that reflection in his minds’ eye.

Spike/Dru 1970's Eyes

Spike watched Drusilla in front of a cracked mirror coming her long hair. "Why do you do it, pet? Doesn’t it bother you to look in and see nothing?"

"I can see. I just use a different eye," she replied, setting down the silver brush. "You have never learned to look."

Spike rolled his shoulders. "Whatever, luv. I don’t have special eyes, like you."

Dru pouted. "They need fixed. Sit."

Spike sat obligingly and she started putting on thick black eyeliner. "You’re sure this doesn’t look queer?"

"Sexy," she assured him.

He sighed, wishing he could be sure of that.

Connor - Who am I? Post Origins

The boy in the mirror looked like no one he knew. There was nothing of Angel in his face outside of the broody little smirk that played around his lips. Maybe there was a hint of Darla’s delicate features in his fey bone structure. Where the hell did the blue eyes come from? No, he couldn’t find his parentage in his reflection.

At least he had stopped looking for the signs of the demon within. The glass couldn’t show his darkness, probably that was a good thing. Normal wasn’t a bad thing to pretend to be. Connor Reilly was normal.

x-posted to open_on_sunday

Comments

[makd.livejournal.com]

nice.

my faves? I can just visualize Angelus and Darla, as she becomes his female pygmalion to his male galatea. I can also visualize the S/Dru scenario.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

thanks. I'm glad you liked them. I alwayas figured given how well coiffed the fanged four were they had ato help each other

[rahirah]

Nice ones!

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

thanks

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Love 'em all. ALL, I tell you.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

glad to hear it. thanks