[MGW] APRIL - 14: What is the best thing at one in the morning?
One AM is a unique time of day. It’s when you know the clock has officially continued to turn. The day’s first hour is done, and it’s hour two for those awake to see it. It’s when you know the day has really begun, rather than the ‘just beginning’ of the time between then and midnight. I mean...midnight, that’s a newborn day. One AM is when that newborn grows and starts to crawl for the first time.
At least that’s what it is for humans, or at least I hope so. I like to think they can see the promise there, even if said promise is at an ungodly hour when they’re probably not even awake...you know what I mean.
For me, one AM is special because I can feel the sun. I’ve always been sensitive to it, have been since Darla made me. I asked her about it once...she told me sometimes vampires can feel the sun creeping up on them in varying degrees. I always knew it was coming before she did...didn’t usually hit her until much closer to dawn, maybe four or five AM, depending.
It used to be a disease, but after a while...specifically, after the whole deal with the Gem of Amarra, it didn’t feel that way anymore. I mean...after I got my soul back, it was painful, don’t get me wrong...but not a disease. I began to resent it, that I could feel the sun but never walk in it.
Then I did walk in the sun, and I remembered what a blessing it is...what a joy humanity is simply because you can feel that warmth on your skin, that caress of light and life that just invigorates every part of you...
These days, I wait for it...about one AM, when I can feel the sun like a distant living thing. It’s almost like the days when I would hunt and the warmth of the blood was something tangible with my victim a good thirty to fifty feet away. This is farther, though...much farther. Those living rays burn at the edges of a place between my body and my mind, radiant heat against whatever void of death exists inside me...I can feel it as it creeps closer and closer to the horizon. One becomes two, then three and four, and when the sun rises between five and six, I always feel when it bleeds into the blackness with its first rays of pink and gold. It hovers on the edges of my consciousness during the day, and recedes when the sun sets...the last final burst of blood red and fiery orange blazing through me like a death scream.
But one AM...I like that time best. When I feel life instead of death...when I feel the sun coming, and I remember its warmth for a little while.
And for that moment...I forget that I signed away my right to ever stand in its light again.
Muse: Angel
Fandom: BtVS/ANGEL
Words: 501
At least that’s what it is for humans, or at least I hope so. I like to think they can see the promise there, even if said promise is at an ungodly hour when they’re probably not even awake...you know what I mean.
For me, one AM is special because I can feel the sun. I’ve always been sensitive to it, have been since Darla made me. I asked her about it once...she told me sometimes vampires can feel the sun creeping up on them in varying degrees. I always knew it was coming before she did...didn’t usually hit her until much closer to dawn, maybe four or five AM, depending.
It used to be a disease, but after a while...specifically, after the whole deal with the Gem of Amarra, it didn’t feel that way anymore. I mean...after I got my soul back, it was painful, don’t get me wrong...but not a disease. I began to resent it, that I could feel the sun but never walk in it.
Then I did walk in the sun, and I remembered what a blessing it is...what a joy humanity is simply because you can feel that warmth on your skin, that caress of light and life that just invigorates every part of you...
These days, I wait for it...about one AM, when I can feel the sun like a distant living thing. It’s almost like the days when I would hunt and the warmth of the blood was something tangible with my victim a good thirty to fifty feet away. This is farther, though...much farther. Those living rays burn at the edges of a place between my body and my mind, radiant heat against whatever void of death exists inside me...I can feel it as it creeps closer and closer to the horizon. One becomes two, then three and four, and when the sun rises between five and six, I always feel when it bleeds into the blackness with its first rays of pink and gold. It hovers on the edges of my consciousness during the day, and recedes when the sun sets...the last final burst of blood red and fiery orange blazing through me like a death scream.
But one AM...I like that time best. When I feel life instead of death...when I feel the sun coming, and I remember its warmth for a little while.
And for that moment...I forget that I signed away my right to ever stand in its light again.
Muse: Angel
Fandom: BtVS/ANGEL
Words: 501