Another drabble

[cheesygirl]

Written for the "Dizzy" challenge at open_on_sunday. Shanshued Angel/Wesley, rated G.


Angel fell in love with the sun. Wesley warned him of the dangers. Angel ignored him and baked.

Angel didn’t understand the difference between California sun and Mississippi sun in summertime.

Whilst tracking a creature feasting on the residents of a coastal FEMA camp, he hit the beach during their first day. Wesley found him that afternoon.

“Finished, or do you require basting?”

Angel snorted.

“Let’s go. I’ve located its lair.”

“Oh, alright.” Angel stood. Suddenly the world went all swirly and purple. He almost barfed.

Wesley’s cool, safe arms held him and comforted him.

“Sun… bad.” Angel finally agreed.

Comments

[clayin.livejournal.com]

Hahaha. Poor Angel.

The sun is not our friend.

*is ethnically Scottish and French-Italian with a tendency to burn if the lights are left on too long*

[yasminke.livejournal.com]

Angel didn’t understand the difference between California sun and Mississippi sun in summertime.

Oh, yes, Virginia. There is a HUGE difference. ;)

Cute.

[flyingichthyo.livejournal.com]

Ha! That is so cute. I can totally see that happening! Poor Angel. I've done the 'almost barfing' thing, too.

[secondalto.livejournal.com]

Yes Angel, for those of us with Irish blood, sun=bad. (speaks she who is 1/4 Irish and who burns, peels and goes pale again.)

[scarlettlily.livejournal.com]

Sun very baaaaaaaaaaaaad especially for all us pale people. Irish go red not go tan.