This is the second of a ten-part drabble series; written three years ago and intended for elisi 's birthday. Only half completed at the time, I hope to finally have all ten posted tonight.
TITLE: “We Gotta Get Out of This Place.”
CHARACTERS: Illyria; Angel,
WORD COUNT: 100
A/N: “Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright,
And all beneath the sky.
May coward shame distain his name,
The wretch that dare not die!”
(Robert Burns: MacPherson's Farewell)
Part Two: “We Gotta Get Out of This Place.”
Her grief was like a raw burn; he was well used to it.
She was staring into the rain sodden sky.
“We gotta get out of this place.”
Turning her gaze on him she seemed tired.
“Your speech has become corrupted.”
“Too much time around kids?”
“Are the young ones safely away?”
He thought to argue her order, but was stayed by her stiff tone.
“They must not discover his Humanity.”
Angel gazed one last time at that intensely annoying face, before walking away; rain hiding his tears, as it did hers.
He could walk home from here.
Goddess watch over us all,