Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Aug. 21st, 2007 06:13 pmAngel dreams of Darla in black and white.
Blood like ink in rivulets on alabaster. It’s beautiful and stark and he knows it isn’t fair. She was myriad things, most of them bloody and painful, but all of them vibrantly colored. It’s an oversimplification when shadows that should be gray are pitch, and even the light of the moon is blinding. His hand passes through her when he reaches for her arm. She’s harsh, and her eyes turn completely black when she smiles, set and colorless against the white of her skin and her hair. It stops him from seeing Connor in her. It doesn’t stop him from calling her name when he wakes.
~~ from: Of Infinite Space by
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