This is the third of a ten-part drabble series; intended for 's birthday, and half completed three years ago. Recently I was able to get back into a good enough head space; canon-wise, to complete the series. I hope to have all ten posted tonight.
TITLE: “Waterloo Sunset.”
CHARACTERS: Angel; Nina,
WORD COUNT: 100,
A/N: “Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! The very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
(Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802
by William Wordworth)
Part Three: “Waterloo Sunset.”
Two hundred years; he could still the horses and their warm, fresh dung.
Which, nonetheless, smelt better than what often floated underneath the bridge.
The sun was the issue, he watched it rise wherever he could.
He never missed its setting.
As it disappeared he pressed his cheek back against the precious warmth of Nina's hand brushing agin it.
“You should try to get some sleep; our flight to Conakry is early.”
“I wish I'd ~ “
“We had to take a break;” she kissed his cheek.
She led him from the bridge by the hand; away from the accusing sunset.
Goddess watch over us all,