Title: Harmony in Blue

Fandom: Btvs

Summary:  Takes place sometime future, Angel looks all over Europe for his future. 1 5 minute ficlet. The word was abstract.

 

 

 

She’s standing in front of the painting of Rouen Cathedral, Harmony in Blue by Claude Monet when I finally catch up to her. I stop a moment and watch her. The museum lighting picks up the golden in her skin, her hair and makes her seem to glow from within. She’s wearing a blue sweater and a flowing blue skirt. Her hair cascades all around her. Her arms are wrapped around her body. This is how I always imagined she would look when I finally found her, ethereal.

 

            I swallow past the lump in my throat and command my legs to move. They refuse. I’ve searched all over Europe for her now that I’ve finally found her, my feet are frozen to the floor. I struggle for a moment and slide one foot forward, then another and another. I’m finally standing behind her so close I can feel the heat radiating off her body. Her skin was always so hot to me.

 

            “I’ve looked all over Europe for you,” I say.

 

            “Giles told me I needed some culture, so I’m getting here getting all cultured,” she responds.

 

            “Buffy,” I start.

 

            “I like this one. It’s pretty, kinda abstract though,” she says.

 

            “It’s Impressionist,” I say.

 

            I tuck my hands in my pockets because if I don’t I’m going to reach out and fold her into my arms. I don’t know if it’d be wanted attention or not. She ambles slowly to the next painting, another Monet. She tilts her head and I watch the expressions on her face, the way the light hits the various planes and angles. She’s infinitely more interesting then a Monet, and much more lovely.

 

            “What took you so long?” She asks.

 

            I furrow my brow. “Buffy, you-did you forget your speech about cookies and baking? I thought I was respecting your distance,” I say.

 

            “Don’t you know, Angel when it comes to you, I never want you to stay away. Sometimes I just think I need to say those things. No means stay and all that,” she says.

 

            I shake my head and chuckle slightly. Only Buffy could say that and it make sense. “Sorry, I’m a little rusty on my Buffy logic,” I say.

 

            She nods. “We’ll have to get you up to speed.”

 

            A smile spreads across my face and I automatically perform a soul check, making sure I’m not quite happy enough to lose it. I don’t have to do those anymore; it was part of averting THE apocalypse. They couldn’t give my Shanshu, I’d signed that away but they could bind my soul.

 

            “And why aren’t you touching me?” She asks.

 

            That’s all I had to hear, all she had to ask. I’m touching her, kissing her and I’m never going to let go, not this time.