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Fandom: Heroes
Title: Red Angel
Characters/Pairings: Angela/the Haitian
Word Count: 381
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written for "Colors" theme at
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Spoilers: general Heroes knowledge
Summary: Among his memories, he remembers his first time meeting her.
Red Angel
He is plagued with so many alien memories that sometimes he cannot hold onto his own. But he remembers the important ones, like the rich color of green in his homeland of Haiti, or the black chaos and suffering inflicted on his people.
And he remembers her, and how she helped him in his darkest hour.
Mostly he remembers her tragic nature. She appears to him understanding and strong, but underneath he can see her fragility. He does not try to change her. He does not see it as a terrible flaw. When he reveals this to her, she does not break down in his arms and cry like the women in his village would.
She straightens her shoulders, smiles, and meets her deep eyes with his. It is a pact of understanding.
The first memory of her is vivid. He remembers her nails, so perfectly shaped and colored deep red like the fresh blood that soaks the land of his fallen people. To compare Angela Petrelli to blood is no coincidence. She herself has a fair amount of blood on her hands.
But he does not judge her for it.
He does not scorn her or refuse her when she first takes him to her bed, a young man rescued from the bleeding homeland, trying to find meaning in the gifts God gave him.
Angela Petrelli gives him meaning. Her blood-red nails rake over his back, and he shivers and his muscles tense from her first touch. He looks at her, finding their shared understanding in her eyes as she settles him down against the white sheets. He sees the sharp contrast of his skin against the white, and he looks to the ceiling and hears the shuffling her clothes beside him. The weight on the bed shifts, and he closes his eyes.
She gives him a home here, and as she slides against him, her skin is as warm as Haiti at sunrise. He feels her nails over his chest, and allows himself to breathe evenly.
He already owes her so much – an amount so large he could never fulfill for as long as God allows him to live. He accepts her when she moves against him.
Because he knows, his place is here, always by Angela Petrelli’s side.
Title: Red Angel
Characters/Pairings: Angela/the Haitian
Word Count: 381
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written for "Colors" theme at
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Spoilers: general Heroes knowledge
Summary: Among his memories, he remembers his first time meeting her.
Red Angel
He is plagued with so many alien memories that sometimes he cannot hold onto his own. But he remembers the important ones, like the rich color of green in his homeland of Haiti, or the black chaos and suffering inflicted on his people.
And he remembers her, and how she helped him in his darkest hour.
Mostly he remembers her tragic nature. She appears to him understanding and strong, but underneath he can see her fragility. He does not try to change her. He does not see it as a terrible flaw. When he reveals this to her, she does not break down in his arms and cry like the women in his village would.
She straightens her shoulders, smiles, and meets her deep eyes with his. It is a pact of understanding.
The first memory of her is vivid. He remembers her nails, so perfectly shaped and colored deep red like the fresh blood that soaks the land of his fallen people. To compare Angela Petrelli to blood is no coincidence. She herself has a fair amount of blood on her hands.
But he does not judge her for it.
He does not scorn her or refuse her when she first takes him to her bed, a young man rescued from the bleeding homeland, trying to find meaning in the gifts God gave him.
Angela Petrelli gives him meaning. Her blood-red nails rake over his back, and he shivers and his muscles tense from her first touch. He looks at her, finding their shared understanding in her eyes as she settles him down against the white sheets. He sees the sharp contrast of his skin against the white, and he looks to the ceiling and hears the shuffling her clothes beside him. The weight on the bed shifts, and he closes his eyes.
She gives him a home here, and as she slides against him, her skin is as warm as Haiti at sunrise. He feels her nails over his chest, and allows himself to breathe evenly.
He already owes her so much – an amount so large he could never fulfill for as long as God allows him to live. He accepts her when she moves against him.
Because he knows, his place is here, always by Angela Petrelli’s side.
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on 2009-01-19 05:04 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-19 05:07 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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on 2009-01-19 08:53 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-19 08:58 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-19 08:55 pm (UTC)I love this:
Mostly he remembers her tragic nature.
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on 2009-01-19 08:58 pm (UTC)I don't think their relationship went this far, as she had to have met him as a child, but still this is very, well written and I adore it. *sigh* As MUCH as I want this to happen, you're probably right. Ah, I can stretch a little can't I? xD
So glad you enjoyed it.
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on 2009-01-19 09:13 pm (UTC)Absolutely! Some of the best writers in TV say its not really the idea, it's the execution. If you can sell it with great writing and you did. I'm personally working on a Linderman/Angela story I think is a stretch also, but the idea intrigues me. And don't mind me, I'm a HUGE canon girl.
You should be proud of your work. I'd love to hear your thoughts on my own work. :)
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on 2009-01-19 09:16 pm (UTC)I'd love to hear your thoughts on my own work. :)
Definitely. I'll go over and peruse right now. :)
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on 2009-01-19 09:22 pm (UTC)Glad you like Angela pairings. It's some of my favorites to write. Can't wait to discuss.
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on 2009-01-20 12:33 am (UTC)This really is him though, the colors and the obediance and the fog of memories in his head. He's not a plot point, he's a person, and you really feel it, even with his loyalty to Angela.
And hey, I kinda like the vaugeness too. I think it would have been too much to go inside the full histoy in a fic like this *nods*
Lovely job!
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on 2009-01-20 01:20 am (UTC)Oh holy guh, YES, you know that Angela uses those nails for many reasons. *hint hint*
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on 2011-08-05 12:58 pm (UTC)This is lovely. I like the idea of Angela/the Haitian.
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on 2011-08-06 01:25 am (UTC)