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Dec 16, 2005 11:40

"Cordelia, I realise that you're mad at Angel and that you don't effectively work here any more but is there any chance you could just-- Cordelia!" Wesley shrieked, the sound of his oh-so-unmanly-voice echoing around the lobby ( Read more... )

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wickedslayer December 17 2005, 20:53:19 UTC

I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I couldn't stop. Blow after blow, punch and kick after punch and kick and my adrenaline just wasn't givin' out. It didn't stop until I kicked the punching bag halfway across the room. Standin' there for a minute I tried to catch my breath as I frowned at the punching bag now layin' on the floor. Angel was gonna be pissed about that. Funny how I couldn't really seem to give a shit at the moment ( ... )

__visiongal January 2 2006, 19:15:28 UTC

"Hey Cor. What's up?"It was just testimony to how much life sucked when she showed up out of nowhere, ten minutes after Wesley had left and couldn't play Mediator between us any more. She appeared in front of me with a look on her face I couldn't place and already I was beyond irritated, the scar on my hand beginning to itch ( ... )

wickedslayer January 7 2006, 09:15:25 UTC

I was pretty sure I visibly balked at how sharp her tone was. And not cause I was scared of Queen C or anything wussy like that, just because I hadn't expected it to be that sharp. Yo, don't get me wrong. Me and Cor? We ain't got the best past history together but at least we'd kinda been gettin' along lately. That was something, right?

Then just as fast her expression turned from snarky to sympathy. Was I okay? Part of me wanted to just walk over there and clock her one good. But really, did I have time for that? I protected them, I didn't love them. That was how this worked. That's why me and B were always gettin' it wrong before. Cause we got too fucking attached.

"I'm fine." I shook my head, tryin' hard not to let her see how annoyed I was that she was even bothering to ask me that. What? Like we were best friends again or something? Oh wait. We'd never been best friends. But the part of me that liked to elbow her in the face was dead too ( ... )

__visiongal January 8 2006, 14:58:57 UTC

Fine? Please. I might be extra pissed off this week and very not equipped to deal with the entire saga of Angel and His Boneable Slayer thing but she looked considerably less than fine.

In short? Faith was full of shit. And I was going to call her on that no matter how much my cheek remembered her elbow but-- Well, she admitted at first.

"I don't think so. I think something's wrong."

"You noticed?" I asked, my voice wavering between sharp and concerned. What was my deal? It probably wasn't even Faith's fault - had I seen Angel lately?

My trouble was that... Yes, I'd seen Angel. Don't get me wrong, I'd seen him enough times before and thought that eww, no, that was a road that I so wasn't travelling.

Except... We'd grown closer. Our relationship had changed, I guess, and then along came Darla and Faith and now I wasn't so much liking Angel as I was left wanting to rip out his spleen or something because, hello, I was boneable! I was way more boneable than Darla because, geez, he'd spent 200 years with her - wasn't he ( ... )

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mr_angel February 10 2006, 19:35:26 UTC

Did she just throw a magazine at me!? Bating the damn thing away, I winced and gripped my hand into a fist. Why wouldn't this thing heal already? Narrowing my eyes as I looked and listened to her go on and on about her quitting, her visions - mine apparently - and the poor excuse for an apology I'd come up with and for some reason didn't satisfy her. What was all of this about my visions anyway? I might have gone about saving the ass of every single person she saw in her head, but they were never mine"You want to quit? Well, fine! I'm sick and tired of going out and saving some 'helpless' person who the only reason they were 'helpless' in the first place was because they can't get it into their heads that going out late at night into dark alleys isn't a good idea. Or, you know when to steer clear of the pale guy at the trashy bar who constantly stares at your neck. Why should I care when, to me, it seems they're starting to get what's coming to them ( ... )

__visiongal February 12 2006, 15:04:46 UTC

"Why should you care?! Because this is your fucking redemption and it's everyone else around you who's dying so you can get it!" I yelled, hurt flashing across my face. Okay, so I was pissed. I'd quit. I'd even yelled at Angel and thrown a magazine at him which hadn't hit, but it was fun, I wasn't gonna lie.

And now he was throwing this back at me. The visions. Why should he care that some idiot walked out and got themselves chowed down upon? Because this was his fucking mission! His mission that had sent our first soldier down and pretty soon? I'd be on that same path, though me getting all noble and jumping onto some great flashy light thing wasn't exactly on the cards.

Without knowing it, Angel had made it easy. Sure, it hurt. Hurt like a bitch but it wasn't like I hadn't done this already. I just wished he'd figured out how fucking bitter he was about saving the 'helpless' before I'd started loving trusting him again 'cause really? That was just a shitty thing to do ( ... )