Cordy and I talked a little longer about.. things. About the past, about present, and there was still a bit about the future. I think I'd be content with talking about the past - good memories, of course. 'Sharing my feelings' about the now and future were never really my strong points.
But I'd tried and now we were both wondering what to do about it. We hadn't said the words, but I knew I still loved her the moment I saw her again in the lobby. Being around those next couple of days and then *not* seeing her for a few days was confirmation enough. The only thing was.. did she still feel the same way and would it matter? I hadn't exactly had the greatest track record with relationships working out for the long run.
While we sat there talking, I frowned and looked toward the door when I started hearing voices. They became louder and it was obvious that they were standing right outside my office door. Just walk away, I thought to myself. Someone barging in telling me the latest crisis was the last thing I needed to hear
( ... )
He didn't get it, did he? I didn't want anything to happen to me while working here. I didn't want anything to happen to me at all... But the fact was that every day, we went and fought something new. Whether that was icky boil covered demons or papercuts from hell at Hell Incorporated? I was here and I was staying.
"I remember. I remember saying those things, but that's the abridged version. I was angry. Angry at you for not letting us know sooner about what the visions were really doing to you and angry at the Powers for being the ones who were killing you. Killing you. Cordy, I was so afraid of losing you or even that you were in the smallest bit of pain. You were alone and I felt helpless when it came to bringing you back."The abridged version. It made sense, I guess. It had served Skip's purpose in the long run, made me think that Angel thought all of that stuff - spoilt little rich girl from Sunnydale. And yet he'd been afraid of losing me
( ... )
From the looks of it, we were once again barging into a very important Cordelia - Angel conversation. That seemed to be another job I've acquired when Cordy came back - and yes, I'm still stunned about that one, I mean she *died*. Sighing, I glanced down at Marilee who was clinging onto my leg again, but at least didn't look so afraid as she did whenever anyone else was around
( ... )
Frowning down at Miss 'Let's Insult Angel' I looked back at Cordy then Wes. "L-Lorne? What's wrong with Lorne?" Between Marilee's explainations of the mirror and a non-green Lorne and Wesley finally telling us what exactly was going on, I think I was more confused now than when I thought it was just some 'lornedemon'.
Apparently, Fred had taken it upon herself to beat answers out of a ..human Lorne? Raising a brow, I crossed my arms over my chest. "Lorne's.. human?" And one of his clients did this to him? Perking up, I looked at Wesley again. "Um, which client was this exactly?" From the looks I got from both Wesley and Cordy I shook my head. "Nevermind." Besides, I'd been there done that and we all know how that turned out in the end.
I cleared my throat and frowned yet again. My special talents? "You want me to bi-.." I stopped and looked looked at the girls. "I mean you want me to.." What special talent could I have to see if he was really Lorne or not? "Oh! That 'special' talent. Right, I guess that would work
( ... )
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But I'd tried and now we were both wondering what to do about it. We hadn't said the words, but I knew I still loved her the moment I saw her again in the lobby. Being around those next couple of days and then *not* seeing her for a few days was confirmation enough. The only thing was.. did she still feel the same way and would it matter? I hadn't exactly had the greatest track record with relationships working out for the long run.
While we sat there talking, I frowned and looked toward the door when I started hearing voices. They became louder and it was obvious that they were standing right outside my office door. Just walk away, I thought to myself. Someone barging in telling me the latest crisis was the last thing I needed to hear ( ... )
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"I remember. I remember saying those things, but that's the abridged version. I was angry. Angry at you for not letting us know sooner about what the visions were really doing to you and angry at the Powers for being the ones who were killing you. Killing you. Cordy, I was so afraid of losing you or even that you were in the smallest bit of pain. You were alone and I felt helpless when it came to bringing you back."The abridged version. It made sense, I guess. It had served Skip's purpose in the long run, made me think that Angel thought all of that stuff - spoilt little rich girl from Sunnydale. And yet he'd been afraid of losing me ( ... )
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Apparently, Fred had taken it upon herself to beat answers out of a ..human Lorne? Raising a brow, I crossed my arms over my chest. "Lorne's.. human?" And one of his clients did this to him? Perking up, I looked at Wesley again. "Um, which client was this exactly?" From the looks I got from both Wesley and Cordy I shook my head. "Nevermind." Besides, I'd been there done that and we all know how that turned out in the end.
I cleared my throat and frowned yet again. My special talents? "You want me to bi-.." I stopped and looked looked at the girls. "I mean you want me to.." What special talent could I have to see if he was really Lorne or not? "Oh! That 'special' talent. Right, I guess that would work ( ... )
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