power_play
I didn't need to hear the door open to know that Angel had returned. A hundred and fifty years with a person, eventually you just know when they're around. A sixth sense that develops for someone you love. Not that I was ever capable of loving Angelus, I suppose that I just knew him. The sixth sense is just there, even after you die a couple of times. I wondered if he could sense me - or if he could smell me, or if he even noticed. I guessed that he must. I'd been there far too long. I closed the book that I was reading and stood up, preparing to exit the library.
Then I froze. I couldn't figure out why - I'd been awaiting this moment for days. Ever since the memories had come back and Lindsey'd confirmed everything I already knew about Angel and Connor. I'd mentally contemplated everything I'd say to him as soon as he walked through the door. And now I couldn't.
Butterflies were aflutter in my stomach suddenly, and I was utterly incapable of real movement. What was I going to do? I owed it to Connor to go out there - not to mention myself and... okay, possibly Lindsey. And here I was, wasting precious human seconds debating whether or not to put off the inevitable. I could almost laugh at the thought. I was Darla - I made him. A hundred and fifty years and not one of them mattered.
Taking a deep breath, I walked out of the library and strode determinedly to the living room. He was standing there, looking surprised - or maybe unsurprised? I paused in the doorway and looked him straight in the eye, a coy smile curling on my lips as I leaned against the frame of the door.
"Angelus," I said sweetly. "You're home."
Then I froze. I couldn't figure out why - I'd been awaiting this moment for days. Ever since the memories had come back and Lindsey'd confirmed everything I already knew about Angel and Connor. I'd mentally contemplated everything I'd say to him as soon as he walked through the door. And now I couldn't.
Butterflies were aflutter in my stomach suddenly, and I was utterly incapable of real movement. What was I going to do? I owed it to Connor to go out there - not to mention myself and... okay, possibly Lindsey. And here I was, wasting precious human seconds debating whether or not to put off the inevitable. I could almost laugh at the thought. I was Darla - I made him. A hundred and fifty years and not one of them mattered.
Taking a deep breath, I walked out of the library and strode determinedly to the living room. He was standing there, looking surprised - or maybe unsurprised? I paused in the doorway and looked him straight in the eye, a coy smile curling on my lips as I leaned against the frame of the door.
"Angelus," I said sweetly. "You're home."