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crack_van2010-11-04 10:16 pm
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Of All the Wonders That I Yet Have Heard by girlpire (R)
Hi everyone! I'm [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] your Angel driver for November and we're going to start the month off with a bit of a rare pair.
Fandom: ANGEL
Pairing: Angel/Darla
Length: 4,429
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: My Fic: Master List
Why this must be read:
Because its bittersweet and beautiful. Angel and Darla were one of those pairings that I never thought I'd like, never gave that much thought too, but this author has thoroughly convinced me with this look at what might have happened if Darla had remained human, if she had lived to become the mother that Conner needed, the partner that Angel needed.
And maybe you already knew it then, in the alley, kneeling in the rain over Darla’s swollen belly. Maybe you knew already what it would mean, what would happen, what you would have to give up. Maybe that’s why you gave up the prize instead, handed it off as soon as it was within your reach. The Three Sisters didn’t seem surprised in the slightest before they did their magic. When they disappeared, Darla screamed and started breathing.
She gave birth as a human gives birth, sweaty and red-faced and crying, squeezing your hand (though not nearly as hard as she used to), while Fred knelt there whispering soothing words. The baby exhausted Darla’s new body. She clutched the tiny pink thing to her human chest and cried while you carried them both, mother and child, to the car where your friends were waiting. And you were such a hero to them all.
But maybe you knew.
*
She doesn’t hate you for what you did. She’s told you and told you. She’s happy. Grateful. And motherhood suits her in a way you never would have guessed. She loves baby Connor with everything that she has, and she even loves you a little, you think, the way that only someone who knows all your secrets can. She’s proud of you, of who you are and what you’re doing, and it makes you proud that she’s proud, because for some reason making her happy now is becoming as important to you as it used to be a hundred years ago.
And she hasn’t forgotten anything about the way the two of you used to be with each other, and somehow, in every way that matters, it’s exactly the same. At night, she slips easily into your arms as though she had never not been there, and it’s all just what you’ve wanted – a real, human family – but better because it’s her. And you’ve wanted her for two hundred and fifty years.
Of All the Wonders That I Yet Have Heard
Fandom: ANGEL
Pairing: Angel/Darla
Length: 4,429
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: My Fic: Master List
Why this must be read:
Because its bittersweet and beautiful. Angel and Darla were one of those pairings that I never thought I'd like, never gave that much thought too, but this author has thoroughly convinced me with this look at what might have happened if Darla had remained human, if she had lived to become the mother that Conner needed, the partner that Angel needed.
And maybe you already knew it then, in the alley, kneeling in the rain over Darla’s swollen belly. Maybe you knew already what it would mean, what would happen, what you would have to give up. Maybe that’s why you gave up the prize instead, handed it off as soon as it was within your reach. The Three Sisters didn’t seem surprised in the slightest before they did their magic. When they disappeared, Darla screamed and started breathing.
She gave birth as a human gives birth, sweaty and red-faced and crying, squeezing your hand (though not nearly as hard as she used to), while Fred knelt there whispering soothing words. The baby exhausted Darla’s new body. She clutched the tiny pink thing to her human chest and cried while you carried them both, mother and child, to the car where your friends were waiting. And you were such a hero to them all.
But maybe you knew.
*
She doesn’t hate you for what you did. She’s told you and told you. She’s happy. Grateful. And motherhood suits her in a way you never would have guessed. She loves baby Connor with everything that she has, and she even loves you a little, you think, the way that only someone who knows all your secrets can. She’s proud of you, of who you are and what you’re doing, and it makes you proud that she’s proud, because for some reason making her happy now is becoming as important to you as it used to be a hundred years ago.
And she hasn’t forgotten anything about the way the two of you used to be with each other, and somehow, in every way that matters, it’s exactly the same. At night, she slips easily into your arms as though she had never not been there, and it’s all just what you’ve wanted – a real, human family – but better because it’s her. And you’ve wanted her for two hundred and fifty years.
Of All the Wonders That I Yet Have Heard