rain drabbles

[cornerofmadness]

While I'm sure there'll be more, this little series of interconnected drabbles grabbed me instantly and wrote themselves incredibly fast. It Rained...- drabble chain

Connor - The Day He Died Post NFA

It rained the day he died. Torrential, frightening, fitting. The sky should weep when heroes perish. I should have stayed. I couldn’t have made a difference but at least he wouldn’t have been alone.

No, not alone. His friends were with him. I was somewhere safe. I hated it but that’s what he wanted. More friends came later. I hated them too. They should have never confessed to me that Dad had asked for help and they had turned him down, thinking he’d gone evil again.

Screw them. I have no time for their pity. I’m drowning in my own.

Connor - The Day We Met Post NFA

It rained the day she came into my life. Out of all Dad’s so-called friends, she was the only one I could forgive. Not, Faith, especially not Buffy, not the ones who could have helped and didn’t. She wasn’t quite a normal girl but she had no powers, nothing that could have stopped it all.

I remember her standing on my doorstep, long hair soaked down. Even then she was beautiful. Forgiveness, however, had still been slow in coming. I was so angry. I’m good at anger, after all. I don’t know why Dawn wanted me. Bless her for it.

Connor/Dawn - That Night - Post NFA

It rained the day we first made love. Our pasts given their proper funeral, two unique beings took a stab at being normal. A moonlight stroll in the woods, romantic if one ignored all the other couples on the ‘tour.’ Half way through the sky opened up unexpectedly.

Soaked to the skin we went home, laughing hard.. The rain drummed down on the roof, pounding harder than my heart when she touched my skin.

I never expected to be in love again, was afraid of the act of love. Dawn showed me how not to be afraid. Love is strong.

Dawn - It Should Have Rained Post NFA

It should have rained the day we buried him. Sunny days weren’t meant for funerals. I can barely stand up through the ceremony. I insisted on flowers being tossed into the grave, not the symbolic shovelfuls of dirt. I’ll never withstand the sound. Our daughter’s cries of ‘Daddy,’ rip out my heart as they put him into the ground. She clings to me so hard it hurts. I should have had him cremated.

I had always known this day would come. He couldn’t help fighting the good fight. It was what Connor was born for. Rain fell from my eyes.

 

Comments

[spideygirl81.livejournal.com]

Wow, the four drabbles juz so connected together. Part 1 definitely talks about Angel then Part 2 is how Connor met Dawn, Part 3 about how they first made love and of course the last part is the most saddest one where Connor passed away. Thanks for the drabbles, lovely indeed =D

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

glad you liked them

[midnightsjane.livejournal.com]

Lovely, and so sad.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

thanks. I appreciate the feed

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, that last one sounds dishearteningly familiar, it echoes, somehow...but they're all so lovely.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

yes and you know exactly from where it echoes. and thanks

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Yes, I do. *grins*

You're welcome.