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Afraid of Light
200 words. Wes/Angel. Not the happiest thing I've ever written.
Afraid of Light
He had never been afraid of the dark. Not even as a child, sent to sleep with tales of vampires, demons and hobgoblins in his head. He had slept contentedly, safe in the warm drowsy darkness of his room. No, he’d never been afraid of the dark.
Which was just as well, he supposed, considering his current situation. He rolled over; reached out to touch the body beside him. He ran his hand down the smooth bared back, and the man shifted in his sleep. There was the soft noise of him waking, fumbling blindly on the nightstand.
Then there was a click, and the room was suffused with a warm glow. And it was the click, that eerily innocuous sound that set his heart racing with pure instinctive panic. He took a deep breath, trying desperately to calm himself before his terror became noticeable.
And he knew this was foolish, he was a child no longer. The light did not signal judgment, visited upon him without warning or mercy, late at night.
“You okay? You have a bad dream? Scared of the dark?” Angel put a comforting arm around his shoulder.
No, Wesley was not afraid of the dark.
Afraid of Light
He had never been afraid of the dark. Not even as a child, sent to sleep with tales of vampires, demons and hobgoblins in his head. He had slept contentedly, safe in the warm drowsy darkness of his room. No, he’d never been afraid of the dark.
Which was just as well, he supposed, considering his current situation. He rolled over; reached out to touch the body beside him. He ran his hand down the smooth bared back, and the man shifted in his sleep. There was the soft noise of him waking, fumbling blindly on the nightstand.
Then there was a click, and the room was suffused with a warm glow. And it was the click, that eerily innocuous sound that set his heart racing with pure instinctive panic. He took a deep breath, trying desperately to calm himself before his terror became noticeable.
And he knew this was foolish, he was a child no longer. The light did not signal judgment, visited upon him without warning or mercy, late at night.
“You okay? You have a bad dream? Scared of the dark?” Angel put a comforting arm around his shoulder.
No, Wesley was not afraid of the dark.
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I'm glad he has Angel by his side, now shut off the light you big galoot and softly kiss him back to sleep!
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Thanks for this and for the lovely little fancy dancing round in my head right now!
(Hey, some people have sugar plum fairies, I make my own fun ;^)
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*Christmas hugs*
xxxxx
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*hugs back to you*