Fic Post: E Nomine Patre
Oct. 2nd, 2006 09:03 amTitle: E Nomine Patre
Author: Stoney
Fandom: AtS
Rating/Characters: PG-13, Connor, his father
Summary: Set in late S3. Short. Ish. Based on an aside I made in the Connor CD Mix post.
A/N: As always, I welcome concrit, either here or email.
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E Nomine Patre
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He always let go. The dream never changed. The sky was harsh, yellows and greens, no wind blew, no sound of birds or animals could be heard. They stood at the edge of a jagged cliff face, the rocks below sharp and inviting. The water hundreds of feet below roiled and churned against the stones.
"A few more steps, son. I've got you."
The boy knew he lied. He wanted to pull his hand away, run to the safety of a cave or tree, the pit of his stomach turned and twisted like the white foam that would soon claim him.
"Okay."
The child tightened his hand in his father's grip and smiled sweetly up at him. The man bent down and laid his hand on his son's unruly hair, lighter in color and softer in texture than his father's.
"One more step, son."
The boy peered over the edge, his hand a death grip in his father's. His toe dislodged a stone and it went tumbling and crashing over the precipice. Just like he would do.
The dream was always the same.
"I love you, Father."
"Go with God."
The hand always slipped away like the boy had no strength. He didn't know anymore who pulled away first. With dream logic the boy was able to turn and look into the worn and scarred face of his father, who stood looking down, hands clasped behind his back while humming a hymn.
"I love you."
The wind rushed all around the boy's frail body in a scream disguising the roar of the boiling ocean below, stealing his last words away. Or was that the sound of the boy's scream? The noise grew louder and louder, the water racing to claim the child, when Angel woke up with a jerk, hand clutched over his unbeating heart.
He laid back against the pillow and stared at the charred walls of what was his baby's bedroom.
The dream was always the same.
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Author: Stoney
Fandom: AtS
Rating/Characters: PG-13, Connor, his father
Summary: Set in late S3. Short. Ish. Based on an aside I made in the Connor CD Mix post.
A/N: As always, I welcome concrit, either here or email.
E Nomine Patre
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He always let go. The dream never changed. The sky was harsh, yellows and greens, no wind blew, no sound of birds or animals could be heard. They stood at the edge of a jagged cliff face, the rocks below sharp and inviting. The water hundreds of feet below roiled and churned against the stones.
"A few more steps, son. I've got you."
The boy knew he lied. He wanted to pull his hand away, run to the safety of a cave or tree, the pit of his stomach turned and twisted like the white foam that would soon claim him.
"Okay."
The child tightened his hand in his father's grip and smiled sweetly up at him. The man bent down and laid his hand on his son's unruly hair, lighter in color and softer in texture than his father's.
"One more step, son."
The boy peered over the edge, his hand a death grip in his father's. His toe dislodged a stone and it went tumbling and crashing over the precipice. Just like he would do.
The dream was always the same.
"I love you, Father."
"Go with God."
The hand always slipped away like the boy had no strength. He didn't know anymore who pulled away first. With dream logic the boy was able to turn and look into the worn and scarred face of his father, who stood looking down, hands clasped behind his back while humming a hymn.
"I love you."
The wind rushed all around the boy's frail body in a scream disguising the roar of the boiling ocean below, stealing his last words away. Or was that the sound of the boy's scream? The noise grew louder and louder, the water racing to claim the child, when Angel woke up with a jerk, hand clutched over his unbeating heart.
He laid back against the pillow and stared at the charred walls of what was his baby's bedroom.
The dream was always the same.
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Date: 2006-10-02 02:55 pm (UTC)I love your Connor fics, and I love dream fics, so this was the perfect combination. Wonderfully poignant and evocative and so so sad. And I particularly like that I thought it was Connor's dream until the end.
From your previous post...what the HELL is up with the weather down here? I'm crying. CRYING, I tell you.
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Date: 2006-10-02 03:52 pm (UTC)So the father -- at first I thought it was Angel, but that "worn and scarred face" -- that doesn't sound like Angel. Could it be that the boy is Angel himself, and he's looking at his own father? (After all, they had a stormy relationship too.) Then it would be so interesting, because when he's looking down at the "white foam that would soon claim him" -- heh, a little foreshadowing there.
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Date: 2006-10-02 08:50 pm (UTC)re: Connor. Oh, how I love that poor, broken, feral boy. And his broken papa. And heh - I'm glad that the payoff at the end worked!
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Date: 2006-10-02 08:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-02 08:52 pm (UTC)Thank you very much.
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Date: 2006-10-02 08:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-02 08:53 pm (UTC)Thank you VERY much! Man, sometimes I just ache wanting more of that show... Thank goodness for fanfiction.
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Date: 2006-10-02 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-02 08:56 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 2006-10-02 08:57 pm (UTC)Thanks, Joy. I STILL have got to clear time (and the house) so I can finish part two of your post-NFA fic uninterrupted. I got about half-way through before the kidlets decided that I didn't need my sanity...
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Date: 2006-10-02 09:53 pm (UTC)"He laid back against the pillow and stared at the charred walls of what was his baby's bedroom."
Sniffle. Great job, honey. *smooch*
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Date: 2006-10-02 10:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-02 10:36 pm (UTC)Beautiful. ;) Makes me want to go back and rewatch the Connor arc. Again.
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Date: 2006-10-02 10:40 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-10-02 11:30 pm (UTC)I really thought it was Connor's dream, right til the end.
Heart-wrenching.
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Date: 2006-10-02 11:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-03 12:18 am (UTC)And thank you.
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Date: 2006-10-03 12:19 am (UTC)I'm glad the rug-pulling worked - I worried it wouldn't. And thank you.
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Date: 2006-10-03 01:17 pm (UTC)Do it again. Do it again.
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Date: 2006-10-03 01:44 pm (UTC)♥
That icon of yours... it's growing on me. *stares*
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Date: 2006-10-03 03:08 pm (UTC)For real? ::bows down:: we're not worthy we're not worthy.
Ha Ha! My Severus and I will take over the wORLD!
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Date: 2006-10-03 03:59 pm (UTC)SEVERUS FER PREZ.
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Date: 2006-10-20 01:04 pm (UTC)Question--what does the title translate to? I suck at Latin.
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Date: 2006-10-20 09:15 pm (UTC):)
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Date: 2006-10-30 07:28 pm (UTC)(Thanks for reading and commenting!)