Sequel to Voices in the Dark; part of The Voicesverse
Summary: Short and sweet...
Spoilers: Serious Season 7 AU, takes place after my fic, Voices in the Dark
Distribution: Just talk to me, I'm easy.
Disclaimers: All Joss, all ME, all the time...
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His breath hitched. She twisted her head up to peer into his lovely blue eyes.
Yes. He'd been put to rough use and his wings might be clipped, but his heart was free to love - and to hate. First, the death sentence. Followed by years of pain and torment. And still alive, never giving up, no matter how the pain ate at him. He'd waited for her.
She raised her head, moving back a half step and smiling reassuringly as her hand brushed his cheek. A trickle of blood followed her sharp nail. Going up onto tiptoes as graceful as a dancer, she swept her tongue across his face and tasted the blood pooling in the thin cut. She felt his gasp. Good! He had an artist's sense of the subtleties.
Settling back on her heels, she captured his stunned gaze. No need for words here. His pale eyes told her everything. He was tired. He wanted to die.
But he couldn't give death the satisfaction of winning. A Knight.
Chuckling to herself, knowing what she would find, she reached in behind his eyes to feel the fever that was devouring him, coloring his cheeks with false health. Wicked, sickish things, fevers. Never liked them. The flame blossomed quickly, withered and died. Soon her new knight would be ashes, all burned away forever inside his lovely still body.
No. More. Ashes.
She put on her other face and looked into his eyes. Fevered, yes. Afraid. But able to look death in the eye. And welcome it at last.
Inwardly, she clapped her hands in delight. Brave knight!
Oh, yes, he would do. Wondrously fine. Wondrously fair. Wondrously hers and hers alone for all eternity.
Time to quell the ravaging heat. Chill his aching bones.
He would never grow hot again. Not for anything or anyone, but her.
Continued in Part 14