Every now and then I feel the end of us
Dec. 5th, 2009 11:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impersonaCLEARLY IN A GALEN MOOD LATELY. I have another fic in mind for today, and I'll probably write that tomorrow with the actual prompt.
Going to commit murder if I go into work tomorrow, so I shall call out dead. Go me.
Series: Angels, before Final Battle
Characters: Galen, Aria
He finished his beer long ago, yet still he let the chilly glass rest at his lips. From the dirty, old back staircase, he looked up at the heavens. The sky had been black for days, with silent, blood-red thunder cracking in the deepest clouds. He watched it, but it never changed.
He nearly missed the sound of the door opening behind him. "Galen?"
"Aria." He sighed. "Who wants me now?"
"Nobody." Her voice wavered, like a weak breeze. "It's just, everybody is in the main room." He knew that if he looked at her, her face would be hidden, her fingers twisting together nervously.
"It's late," he said. Not late as he used to define it, but truly late, a few hours before sunrise late. Not like they would know it if the sun rose. "Everyone stayed?"
"Yes. I don't think anyone is going home anymore. Not until this is really over."
Her bluntness surprised him, enough that he twisted to look up at her. Aria noticed, dropped her eyes. "You wanted to be alone. Sorry."
"It doesn't matter." Galen pressed his palm to the step, pushing himself up. His gaze returned skyward. "Tell Devo I'll be in soon."
Going to commit murder if I go into work tomorrow, so I shall call out dead. Go me.
Series: Angels, before Final Battle
Characters: Galen, Aria
He finished his beer long ago, yet still he let the chilly glass rest at his lips. From the dirty, old back staircase, he looked up at the heavens. The sky had been black for days, with silent, blood-red thunder cracking in the deepest clouds. He watched it, but it never changed.
He nearly missed the sound of the door opening behind him. "Galen?"
"Aria." He sighed. "Who wants me now?"
"Nobody." Her voice wavered, like a weak breeze. "It's just, everybody is in the main room." He knew that if he looked at her, her face would be hidden, her fingers twisting together nervously.
"It's late," he said. Not late as he used to define it, but truly late, a few hours before sunrise late. Not like they would know it if the sun rose. "Everyone stayed?"
"Yes. I don't think anyone is going home anymore. Not until this is really over."
Her bluntness surprised him, enough that he twisted to look up at her. Aria noticed, dropped her eyes. "You wanted to be alone. Sorry."
"It doesn't matter." Galen pressed his palm to the step, pushing himself up. His gaze returned skyward. "Tell Devo I'll be in soon."
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Date: 2009-12-06 09:55 pm (UTC)