Oh thank, God, not another rendition of I Will Survive. They wouldn't be surviving much longer demon protection or not with the way my temples are throbbing. I watch her carefully as Lorne cajoles and convinces the girl I was looking at and her awkward movements to go onstage
( ... )
Lorne's attention goes from me to the man that was staring at me, breezing him past me and onto the stage to take my place, leaving me standing there and wondering what happened in the past five minutes that make me feel like everything has just turned its self on its axis
( ... )
"Hey," I grumble, taking a little offense and frowning at Lorne's good-natured teasing. For some reason having the girl around to hear that made me feel...self-conscious. Not something that happens much, and it kind of gives me the creeps when it does.
I give a hint of a smile at the girl, wanting to look at her longer, but knowing that if I keep looking I'll want to keep looking. I turn back to Lorne without introducing myself. "So what did you see
( ... )
So this must be a taste of how awkward the lunch that I was supposed to have with Willow and Oz would have been if we actually were able to get together like Willow wanted. I don't know why this is feeling awkward, then again I'm not one for much of a conversation and this man doesn't seem to want to be bothered either
( ... )
I glance her when she mentions control and knowing what you're doing. Well, I guess she must have some experience. Maybe she could teach Wes a thing or two, or possibly even she could handle all the spell thingies if she's any good
( ... )
I smile sadly when he mentions my mother. "She...she was." I politely correct him. "It's been a f-few years since." She died. It gets quiet and I feel awkward in the silence, thinking about my mother with this stranger walking me home
( ... )
I nod, sure that sorry is as insignificant a word as possible in this situation. I doubt she'd want my sympathy for her mom anyway. If she ever finds out what I am, it'll probably seem like a bunch of shit anyway
( ... )
Angel's words are a bit sketchy, maybe even a bit cryptic and I leave it be. He doesn't owe me anything and it's not my place to call him on it, we're not friends or anything.
I watch him fumble around for something and I tilt my head to the side, curious what he was doing and wondering if I should get nervous at all. There was a look in his eyes that made me second guess that thought. I smile kindly when he says he would escourt me again if I needed it. "Good to h-have the offer." That was lame, Tara.
Taking his card I smile and nod. "I'm s-sure I'll be okay." The temptation to tell him if he needed any spell help that I'd offer, but like always I bite my tongue on that. "Goodnight Angel, t-thank you for walking me." I smile and tuck his card into my pocket. "It was..." Sweet. "Nice of you." Brushing my hair from my face I look back at him before fishing out my apartment keys and finding my way up to the doorstep.
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I give a hint of a smile at the girl, wanting to look at her longer, but knowing that if I keep looking I'll want to keep looking. I turn back to Lorne without introducing myself. "So what did you see ( ... )
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I watch him fumble around for something and I tilt my head to the side, curious what he was doing and wondering if I should get nervous at all. There was a look in his eyes that made me second guess that thought. I smile kindly when he says he would escourt me again if I needed it. "Good to h-have the offer." That was lame, Tara.
Taking his card I smile and nod. "I'm s-sure I'll be okay." The temptation to tell him if he needed any spell help that I'd offer, but like always I bite my tongue on that. "Goodnight Angel, t-thank you for walking me." I smile and tuck his card into my pocket. "It was..." Sweet. "Nice of you." Brushing my hair from my face I look back at him before fishing out my apartment keys and finding my way up to the doorstep.
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