Written For: Challenge 11: Twilight at drabblesoup.
Spoilers/Setting: Somewhere in Season Three.
Summary: Angel knows even without seeing exactly when it’s safe for him to go outside.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Joss Whedon.
Angel prowls the mansion restlessly. Even though he can’t see it, he can feel the sun slowly inching its way below the horizon. It’s like a leaden weight gradually being lifted off him.
Soon, the harsh, deadly glare of sunlight will be replaced by the cool, soothing dimness of twilight, and it will be safe for him to venture outside. He’s a vampire; he doesn’t need to breathe yet the interior of the mansion seems suffocatingly airless. He needs to feel the cool night air tingling against his skin.
By day, he’s a prisoner, but the night sets him free.