Author: Kat Lee
Challenge/Prompt: drabble_weekly 87: Glass
Word Count: 200
Date Written: 1 May 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
The glass is still warm from the microwave, but the warmth he thinks of as he holds it and watches her walk away is that of her hands and her bright, beautiful spirit. It is impossible to brood these nights with her. She lights up his world like he knows she wants to light up Hollywood, and he’s thankful every night she’s with him instead of in the movies.
He lifts the glass slowly, watching her walk away. She disappears from his sight. His eyes drift closed; he inhales deeply. There’s the aroma of the cinnamon she’s added to his blood and the scent of the animal’s life too, but there’s so much more. He smells Cordelia. He smells her beauty, her joy, her love, her vibrant life.
He inhales it all and smiles. That is the scent of the woman he loves even if he never dares to tell her. He can smell her love on her scent as well and knows he’s won it, though they can never speak of it or act on it. She loves him, and that’s all that matters! Angel’s practically floating high before he ever takes his first sip of blood that night.