Danny/Vlad/GW Fanfic conclusion
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neoyiHere's the ever so exciting conclusion to this little fanfic. Okay, not so exciting, I don't really like this chapter. Bah, it's like I pointlessly included more drama. I swear I'm gonna revise this story in the future or something. Again PG-13, although it's a lot more "tamer" then the previous two because it's a bunch of talking on feelings and shit.
To keep up with his promise, Angel slept in his own bed across from Vlad’s to prove he wasn’t going anywhere. Despite sleep being merely that of a mortal requirement and hardly worth nothing to a deity outside of faster energy recovery, Angel snoozed minutes after bunking. Seeing him sleep diagonally on his bed as if he’s never slept in one put a smile on the older man’s face. Despite the God’s constant flirt (and random kisses), Vlad’s contact with him almost made him feel as if the two gained symbiotic relations with one another. Indeed, Angel was needed for his own memory restoration and for escaping any guards his strict kingly father sent while he provided as a sort of conscience and wisdom to the young immortal, but the love the two shared bypass the needs they originally obligated themselves to.
With Charlie’s art exhibit only two days away, the better part of the morning and afternoon was spent on picking out outfits to wear.
“I think the white gloves really bring out this black suit.” Vlad eyed every angle of his body as he could from a nearby mirror next to the dressing room. A tired Angel, sitting on a chair, his lap huddled with various suits merely watched with boredom, “What do you think, Angel?”
“As I said for the other fifteen suits you’ve been mulling over, you look fine.” Angel annoying answered, hand on cheek, “Can we go now or least can I go?”
“No, Angel. You need a suit, too!”
“I’m really not a suit person.” Angel groaned, “Why are you so dead set on looking good?”
“We’re going to a special event, we might as well look nice.” Vlad placed a top hat on, “…No, too classy. These artists today are all…modern and hippie-ish.”
“Ya know, a lot of gay guys tend to focus a lot of looks.” Angel said smugly. Vlad quickly turned his head towards Angel and gave off a bothered look, “…I’m just saying.”
“I was just raised this way, Angel. It has nothing to do with my sexuality…hmm…maybe the indigo jacket…”
“Oh, for fertility’s sake, Vlad, you could wear nothing and substitute a paper bag as a hat and you’d look ridiculously hot, just pick a feckin’ outfit!”
“Fine, Angel. If you don’t have the patience, you can wait outside at the front gates, I’ll buy us both a suit.”
“Thank you!” And just like that, he teleported off, the once stack of clothes he held on his lap briefly hovering in mid air before plummeting to the ground.
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Vlad carried a giant bag out containing a suit for himself and one for Angel which he took the liberty of picking up himself, but found the God nowhere to be around. Groaning, Vlad took a sit at a nearby bench and waited for the next remaining hours, finally giving up by the time evening fell. He walked back to the hotel, dropped his bag in the middle of the floor, and lied on the couch, thoroughly pissed.
Angel returned an hour later, stating he bumped into Charlie the moment he teleported out and spent more time with him.
“You STILL didn’t even CALL ME!”
“Vlad, I don’t even have a cell phone.”
“You’re a GOD, can’t you randomly make one appear out of nowhere?!”
“Now why would I want to do that?” Angel scratched the back of his head, “Never needed a phone before and--”
“ARGH! This isn’t about the phone! This is about you being inconsiderate to my feelings by running off without telling me!”
“I was only gone for a few hours, Vlad, chill.”
“No, I will not “chill!” Vlad spat, “I don’t care if he is your best friend before me or that you’re a God and you have some sort of superiority over me, what you did was inconsiderate and rude!”
“Hey, don’t you preach your royal mannerisms or whatever you rich folks do on ME!” Now Angel’s temper increased, “I probably wouldn’t have done this if you hadn’t taken so long deciding what neckties goes with what loafers!”
“I WAS TRYING TO LOOK NICE, IS THAT A SIN?!”
“Stop yelling at me!”
“Stop yelling at ME!”
“I am NOT playing the copying game!” Angel crossed his arms.
“…Copying…what?! What the hell are you talking--OH, forget it! That Charlie guy is causing you to lack any responsibilities that you have!” Vlad pointed, “He’s a bad influence!”
“Just last night, you two got along so well, now you’re badmouthing him?”
“People can change their minds!”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were--”
“I AM NOT JEALOUS!”
The two didn’t talk for a brief moment, both trying to take in deep breaths underneath fiery exteriors.
“…If you’re not jealous, then prove it.” Angel venomously challenged.
“…Fine.” Vlad took out his ticket and tore it into enough pieces that not even tape could solve, “I’m not going to that stupid art exhibit, so there.” And with it, he stormed off to the hotel bedroom, leaving Angel with pieces of torn paper in front of his feet.
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Vlad didn’t bother getting out of his bedroom except for food while Angel spent the next day flying around France to help others, trying to get his mind off the argument they barely survived through. Angel left for the art exhibit later on without saying a word to Vlad, taking with him the suit Vlad bought for him earlier.
Needless to say, too much burden from the sadness, confusion, and guilt he felt since the argument prevented Angel from enjoying the galleries, taken place at a fairly decent sized section of the museum, mostly filled with artists of different age with different, unique sense of clothing, none of them even close to formal (at one point, Angel spotted a man dressed nothing but in plastic wrappers). Naturally, should Vlad ever step inside with his new suit, he’d be the odd man out.
Charlie noticed Angel’s disdained face the moment he refused cheese fondue.
“But you like cheese fondue--love it, in fact. What’s wrong?”
“…Nothing.”
“Come on, Memory, don’t leave me hanging.” He lifted Angel’s face.
“…Vlad and I got into an argument because of you.”
“Still doesn’t think too fondly of me, does he?” Angel nodded as a his answer while Charlie gave off a sigh, “And we got along so well that day ago.”
“He’s just mad because I keep ignoring him in favor of you…I don't really understand this."
"Ahhh, it's an emotion mortals cling onto far more then we Gods do. They always stick together or some such nonsense as they don't have the strong capacities we immortal beings do. We Gods for the most part shrug off such emotions."
"Yeah...but if that was the case, then why do I feel so bad?"
"I'd say you've been hanging around that prince for too long."
"...I think he’s jealous of our friendship...I think."
“Oh, honey, I think he’s more then just jealous of that.” Charlie casually and bluntly put it.
“Huh?”
“Memory, it’s pretty clear he likes you. Quite subtle, but it’s up there.”
“Charlie, he’s straight.”
“You always were rather oblivious when you had to be.” Charlie muttered, “If not to prevent yourself from raising your hopes up too high.”
“Charlie--”
“Look, I’m sorry for hogging you all the time from Vlad. Sometimes even Gods can get jealous. We can ignore our emotions, we just can't escape them.”
“…What are you saying?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh, now you’re hiding things, tell me!” Angel stepped in.
“…The two of you traveling together, doesn’t it remind you of the two of us doing the same back then?”
“Well, yes, but I think that way with many of the people I’ve traveled with.”
“But Vlad is different, isn’t he?”
“Every single people I’ve been with has been different.”
Charlie let off a frustrated groan.
“Boy, sometimes you can be as dense as the back of a car hood. You said you’ve been with Vlad longer then anyone of your sidekicks, haven’t you?”
“Yes, and they’re not my sidekicks, they’re equal friends.”
“Point being, don’t you feel a little closer to Vlad then you did with anyone?” Charlie eyed Angel, “Most of your companions only been with you for days, weeks, maybe a couple of months, barely anything after; Vlad’s been with you for…couple of years now? Maybe more?”
“True, the longer I spend time with him, the more I feel close to him.” Angel nodded.
“We haven’t even traveled that long together.” Charlie stated, “He’s ridiculously pompous and was sheltered his entire life. Snooty people like him I can’t deal with on a regular basis, let alone a full day, but considering how much he’s spent time with you, it seems he’s very loyal to you--would do anything for you, in fact.”
“Yeah…” Angel softly mumbled.
“You’re very lucky to have him.” Charlie sincerely stated, again hiding the frown on his face behind a plastic cup halfway filled with punch. Angel shared his expression for at that moment, he wished Vlad stepped right in from behind and sweep him off his feet.
But he didn’t come and for the next several hours, Angel moped, too afraid--even for a God--to walk over to him. Charlie gave as much comfort as he could when he wasn’t occupied by admirers of his work, but to give him space (and partially since he didn't truly knew how to deal with this case of emotions), he left Angel alone for the most part. The party over by midnight, the museum emptied sans Charlie, Angel, and several janitors and guards.
“He never came.” Angel moaned to Charlie from inside the empty banquet hall, both sitting, their backs against one of the many rows of pillars supporting the ceiling.
“Maybe you should go to him.”
“No, I can’t…forget it, I think our friendship just crumbled.”
“Why does a God fear a man?”
“…No. Why does a friend fear his friend?”
“Heh, good question.”
Charlie remained silent and only starred, seeing a figure coming inside. Putting on his usual grin, he got up and stretched.
“Well, I guess it’s time for me to call it a night.”
“You’re leaving, just like that?” Angel lifted his head, offended.
“Trust me, I have good reason.” He teleported away just in time for Angel to focus his gaze on the man approaching him: Vlad. Vlad in his brand new suit. Vlad with a small smile. He sat next to Angel.
“…Vlad.”
“Charlie came to me about maybe a couple of hours ago and told me how you felt.”
“H-he did? Couple of hours ago, during his art exhibit?”
“I suppose he found some time to teleport from there to here and try to get me to forgive you.”
“Charlie…”
“I thought you weren’t a suit person.”
“Old habits can die, Vladdie.” Angel casually spoke, his spirit slightly lifted, then his face got serious again, “…I’m sorry. I’m used to traveling along for the majority of my life. I’ve never had a companion for even half this long, let alone a regular human.”
“Regular?”
“Sorry. I have my prideful moments, I AM a God, a carefree one and I've never held any responibilites beyond that of helping people and my duty as the memory God. Ironic, I can see into people's memories; I see their hopes, their past, their sorrows and joys, their dreams and goals, tragedies, love, honor, and so much more...and yet, I possess so little people skills.”
"Perhaps seeing so many memories for thousands of years caused you to take them for granted."
"I guess so, but even so, I suppose what I’m trying to say is…I’m sorry.”
“Easy mistake to make, Angel, we all learn from it. What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.”
With that he hoisted himself up and lifted Angel by his hand, dragging him to the middle of the banquet hall.
"You have people skills. You have emotions, you're always happy at the time as well as sweet, kind, and caring. You're just oblivious to them."
"Why does everyone thing I'm oblivious to so many things?"
Vlad merely chuckled as he drew Angel in closer, placed one hand behind his back, another holding his hand.
“Vlad?”
“I promised you a dance.”
Instantly, as if on cue, Angel’s face once again turned joyful. There were no music playing since the band left, there were no people to watch and applaud their movement on the dance floor sans a couple of janitors who didn’t pay much attention, but that matter little to Angel who would look down upon this as one of his most memorable days. The dance ended with Angel’s usual kiss towards his friend, except this one didn’t feel at all awkward for Vlad.
End...
To keep up with his promise, Angel slept in his own bed across from Vlad’s to prove he wasn’t going anywhere. Despite sleep being merely that of a mortal requirement and hardly worth nothing to a deity outside of faster energy recovery, Angel snoozed minutes after bunking. Seeing him sleep diagonally on his bed as if he’s never slept in one put a smile on the older man’s face. Despite the God’s constant flirt (and random kisses), Vlad’s contact with him almost made him feel as if the two gained symbiotic relations with one another. Indeed, Angel was needed for his own memory restoration and for escaping any guards his strict kingly father sent while he provided as a sort of conscience and wisdom to the young immortal, but the love the two shared bypass the needs they originally obligated themselves to.
With Charlie’s art exhibit only two days away, the better part of the morning and afternoon was spent on picking out outfits to wear.
“I think the white gloves really bring out this black suit.” Vlad eyed every angle of his body as he could from a nearby mirror next to the dressing room. A tired Angel, sitting on a chair, his lap huddled with various suits merely watched with boredom, “What do you think, Angel?”
“As I said for the other fifteen suits you’ve been mulling over, you look fine.” Angel annoying answered, hand on cheek, “Can we go now or least can I go?”
“No, Angel. You need a suit, too!”
“I’m really not a suit person.” Angel groaned, “Why are you so dead set on looking good?”
“We’re going to a special event, we might as well look nice.” Vlad placed a top hat on, “…No, too classy. These artists today are all…modern and hippie-ish.”
“Ya know, a lot of gay guys tend to focus a lot of looks.” Angel said smugly. Vlad quickly turned his head towards Angel and gave off a bothered look, “…I’m just saying.”
“I was just raised this way, Angel. It has nothing to do with my sexuality…hmm…maybe the indigo jacket…”
“Oh, for fertility’s sake, Vlad, you could wear nothing and substitute a paper bag as a hat and you’d look ridiculously hot, just pick a feckin’ outfit!”
“Fine, Angel. If you don’t have the patience, you can wait outside at the front gates, I’ll buy us both a suit.”
“Thank you!” And just like that, he teleported off, the once stack of clothes he held on his lap briefly hovering in mid air before plummeting to the ground.
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Vlad carried a giant bag out containing a suit for himself and one for Angel which he took the liberty of picking up himself, but found the God nowhere to be around. Groaning, Vlad took a sit at a nearby bench and waited for the next remaining hours, finally giving up by the time evening fell. He walked back to the hotel, dropped his bag in the middle of the floor, and lied on the couch, thoroughly pissed.
Angel returned an hour later, stating he bumped into Charlie the moment he teleported out and spent more time with him.
“You STILL didn’t even CALL ME!”
“Vlad, I don’t even have a cell phone.”
“You’re a GOD, can’t you randomly make one appear out of nowhere?!”
“Now why would I want to do that?” Angel scratched the back of his head, “Never needed a phone before and--”
“ARGH! This isn’t about the phone! This is about you being inconsiderate to my feelings by running off without telling me!”
“I was only gone for a few hours, Vlad, chill.”
“No, I will not “chill!” Vlad spat, “I don’t care if he is your best friend before me or that you’re a God and you have some sort of superiority over me, what you did was inconsiderate and rude!”
“Hey, don’t you preach your royal mannerisms or whatever you rich folks do on ME!” Now Angel’s temper increased, “I probably wouldn’t have done this if you hadn’t taken so long deciding what neckties goes with what loafers!”
“I WAS TRYING TO LOOK NICE, IS THAT A SIN?!”
“Stop yelling at me!”
“Stop yelling at ME!”
“I am NOT playing the copying game!” Angel crossed his arms.
“…Copying…what?! What the hell are you talking--OH, forget it! That Charlie guy is causing you to lack any responsibilities that you have!” Vlad pointed, “He’s a bad influence!”
“Just last night, you two got along so well, now you’re badmouthing him?”
“People can change their minds!”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were--”
“I AM NOT JEALOUS!”
The two didn’t talk for a brief moment, both trying to take in deep breaths underneath fiery exteriors.
“…If you’re not jealous, then prove it.” Angel venomously challenged.
“…Fine.” Vlad took out his ticket and tore it into enough pieces that not even tape could solve, “I’m not going to that stupid art exhibit, so there.” And with it, he stormed off to the hotel bedroom, leaving Angel with pieces of torn paper in front of his feet.
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Vlad didn’t bother getting out of his bedroom except for food while Angel spent the next day flying around France to help others, trying to get his mind off the argument they barely survived through. Angel left for the art exhibit later on without saying a word to Vlad, taking with him the suit Vlad bought for him earlier.
Needless to say, too much burden from the sadness, confusion, and guilt he felt since the argument prevented Angel from enjoying the galleries, taken place at a fairly decent sized section of the museum, mostly filled with artists of different age with different, unique sense of clothing, none of them even close to formal (at one point, Angel spotted a man dressed nothing but in plastic wrappers). Naturally, should Vlad ever step inside with his new suit, he’d be the odd man out.
Charlie noticed Angel’s disdained face the moment he refused cheese fondue.
“But you like cheese fondue--love it, in fact. What’s wrong?”
“…Nothing.”
“Come on, Memory, don’t leave me hanging.” He lifted Angel’s face.
“…Vlad and I got into an argument because of you.”
“Still doesn’t think too fondly of me, does he?” Angel nodded as a his answer while Charlie gave off a sigh, “And we got along so well that day ago.”
“He’s just mad because I keep ignoring him in favor of you…I don't really understand this."
"Ahhh, it's an emotion mortals cling onto far more then we Gods do. They always stick together or some such nonsense as they don't have the strong capacities we immortal beings do. We Gods for the most part shrug off such emotions."
"Yeah...but if that was the case, then why do I feel so bad?"
"I'd say you've been hanging around that prince for too long."
"...I think he’s jealous of our friendship...I think."
“Oh, honey, I think he’s more then just jealous of that.” Charlie casually and bluntly put it.
“Huh?”
“Memory, it’s pretty clear he likes you. Quite subtle, but it’s up there.”
“Charlie, he’s straight.”
“You always were rather oblivious when you had to be.” Charlie muttered, “If not to prevent yourself from raising your hopes up too high.”
“Charlie--”
“Look, I’m sorry for hogging you all the time from Vlad. Sometimes even Gods can get jealous. We can ignore our emotions, we just can't escape them.”
“…What are you saying?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh, now you’re hiding things, tell me!” Angel stepped in.
“…The two of you traveling together, doesn’t it remind you of the two of us doing the same back then?”
“Well, yes, but I think that way with many of the people I’ve traveled with.”
“But Vlad is different, isn’t he?”
“Every single people I’ve been with has been different.”
Charlie let off a frustrated groan.
“Boy, sometimes you can be as dense as the back of a car hood. You said you’ve been with Vlad longer then anyone of your sidekicks, haven’t you?”
“Yes, and they’re not my sidekicks, they’re equal friends.”
“Point being, don’t you feel a little closer to Vlad then you did with anyone?” Charlie eyed Angel, “Most of your companions only been with you for days, weeks, maybe a couple of months, barely anything after; Vlad’s been with you for…couple of years now? Maybe more?”
“True, the longer I spend time with him, the more I feel close to him.” Angel nodded.
“We haven’t even traveled that long together.” Charlie stated, “He’s ridiculously pompous and was sheltered his entire life. Snooty people like him I can’t deal with on a regular basis, let alone a full day, but considering how much he’s spent time with you, it seems he’s very loyal to you--would do anything for you, in fact.”
“Yeah…” Angel softly mumbled.
“You’re very lucky to have him.” Charlie sincerely stated, again hiding the frown on his face behind a plastic cup halfway filled with punch. Angel shared his expression for at that moment, he wished Vlad stepped right in from behind and sweep him off his feet.
But he didn’t come and for the next several hours, Angel moped, too afraid--even for a God--to walk over to him. Charlie gave as much comfort as he could when he wasn’t occupied by admirers of his work, but to give him space (and partially since he didn't truly knew how to deal with this case of emotions), he left Angel alone for the most part. The party over by midnight, the museum emptied sans Charlie, Angel, and several janitors and guards.
“He never came.” Angel moaned to Charlie from inside the empty banquet hall, both sitting, their backs against one of the many rows of pillars supporting the ceiling.
“Maybe you should go to him.”
“No, I can’t…forget it, I think our friendship just crumbled.”
“Why does a God fear a man?”
“…No. Why does a friend fear his friend?”
“Heh, good question.”
Charlie remained silent and only starred, seeing a figure coming inside. Putting on his usual grin, he got up and stretched.
“Well, I guess it’s time for me to call it a night.”
“You’re leaving, just like that?” Angel lifted his head, offended.
“Trust me, I have good reason.” He teleported away just in time for Angel to focus his gaze on the man approaching him: Vlad. Vlad in his brand new suit. Vlad with a small smile. He sat next to Angel.
“…Vlad.”
“Charlie came to me about maybe a couple of hours ago and told me how you felt.”
“H-he did? Couple of hours ago, during his art exhibit?”
“I suppose he found some time to teleport from there to here and try to get me to forgive you.”
“Charlie…”
“I thought you weren’t a suit person.”
“Old habits can die, Vladdie.” Angel casually spoke, his spirit slightly lifted, then his face got serious again, “…I’m sorry. I’m used to traveling along for the majority of my life. I’ve never had a companion for even half this long, let alone a regular human.”
“Regular?”
“Sorry. I have my prideful moments, I AM a God, a carefree one and I've never held any responibilites beyond that of helping people and my duty as the memory God. Ironic, I can see into people's memories; I see their hopes, their past, their sorrows and joys, their dreams and goals, tragedies, love, honor, and so much more...and yet, I possess so little people skills.”
"Perhaps seeing so many memories for thousands of years caused you to take them for granted."
"I guess so, but even so, I suppose what I’m trying to say is…I’m sorry.”
“Easy mistake to make, Angel, we all learn from it. What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.”
With that he hoisted himself up and lifted Angel by his hand, dragging him to the middle of the banquet hall.
"You have people skills. You have emotions, you're always happy at the time as well as sweet, kind, and caring. You're just oblivious to them."
"Why does everyone thing I'm oblivious to so many things?"
Vlad merely chuckled as he drew Angel in closer, placed one hand behind his back, another holding his hand.
“Vlad?”
“I promised you a dance.”
Instantly, as if on cue, Angel’s face once again turned joyful. There were no music playing since the band left, there were no people to watch and applaud their movement on the dance floor sans a couple of janitors who didn’t pay much attention, but that matter little to Angel who would look down upon this as one of his most memorable days. The dance ended with Angel’s usual kiss towards his friend, except this one didn’t feel at all awkward for Vlad.
End...
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