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"So, Angel, I have a thing, you have a thing... Maybe we could both have a-- Ugh." I groaned, stabbing the elevator button with one finger. What the hell was I doing? What was I thinking come to think of it? I'd taken the kids out with Wesley, gone out to get ice cream and have the big kind of break for the life-affirming conversations with Angel that seemed to get interrupted at, oh, every turn.
I'd been so determined to get out of Wolfram and Hart earlier this week. It wasn't me, I'd told myself, I was on a different road.
Except that was the thing about being in love with someone. Your roads? They kinda meshed. And it didn't matter whether he was the head of some evil law firm or running a little pig farm down in New Jersey, your paths? Were meshing. And there wasn't a thing you could do about it.
I didn't come to that realisation easily. I never really did anything easy as far as Angel was concerned. Hell, two years ago and Groo knew I loved him way before I did - but things had got in the way. Things like-- Like higher beings and wayward sons and certain people going evil and falling into comas and dying and stuff.
See what I mean? It was like life was permanently a hard way between me and Angel, there was always something getting in the way. Except today? I was kinda stepping around that. I was cheating, I guessed. I wasn't sure what path the Powers wanted me on. I knew I'd been sent back and I still had the visions but since the only vision that had guest-spotted in my head had told me about Angel's decision to work here? I wasn't sure what the hell was going on there.
The only thing I knew today was that I was riding up in the elevator of doom (okay, so I was being a little dramatic) on my way to tell Angel that I loved him. Loved him. As in really loved him. As in had loved him forever just hadn't realised how much 'til now.
Oh God.
The elevator doors slid open and I was rewarded with darkness. I'd already had Wesley's assistant call ahead and make sure he wasn't in a meeting or whatever, had it confirmed from Harmony that his schedule was all free that afternoon. Angel was mine until at least later that evening in which I'd have enough time to spank my inner moppet and actually tell him how I felt-- And he was still sleeping?
I headed into his bedroom, saw his sleeping form tangled up in the covers and threw open the drapes (seriously, what was with the drapes still?), knowing damn fine that he couldn't burn up into a crispy fry with his necro-tempered glass or whatever.
"You're still sleeping?" I demanded, loudly, "It's like mid-day, Angel, geez!" Sometimes? It was like being in love with the worlds oldest teenager. And we'd not be saying that thought out loud yet.
"Did something crawl in here and die?" I asked, wrinkling my nose. Stale alcohol. Eww.
[Open to Angel]
I'd been so determined to get out of Wolfram and Hart earlier this week. It wasn't me, I'd told myself, I was on a different road.
Except that was the thing about being in love with someone. Your roads? They kinda meshed. And it didn't matter whether he was the head of some evil law firm or running a little pig farm down in New Jersey, your paths? Were meshing. And there wasn't a thing you could do about it.
I didn't come to that realisation easily. I never really did anything easy as far as Angel was concerned. Hell, two years ago and Groo knew I loved him way before I did - but things had got in the way. Things like-- Like higher beings and wayward sons and certain people going evil and falling into comas and dying and stuff.
See what I mean? It was like life was permanently a hard way between me and Angel, there was always something getting in the way. Except today? I was kinda stepping around that. I was cheating, I guessed. I wasn't sure what path the Powers wanted me on. I knew I'd been sent back and I still had the visions but since the only vision that had guest-spotted in my head had told me about Angel's decision to work here? I wasn't sure what the hell was going on there.
The only thing I knew today was that I was riding up in the elevator of doom (okay, so I was being a little dramatic) on my way to tell Angel that I loved him. Loved him. As in really loved him. As in had loved him forever just hadn't realised how much 'til now.
Oh God.
The elevator doors slid open and I was rewarded with darkness. I'd already had Wesley's assistant call ahead and make sure he wasn't in a meeting or whatever, had it confirmed from Harmony that his schedule was all free that afternoon. Angel was mine until at least later that evening in which I'd have enough time to spank my inner moppet and actually tell him how I felt-- And he was still sleeping?
I headed into his bedroom, saw his sleeping form tangled up in the covers and threw open the drapes (seriously, what was with the drapes still?), knowing damn fine that he couldn't burn up into a crispy fry with his necro-tempered glass or whatever.
"You're still sleeping?" I demanded, loudly, "It's like mid-day, Angel, geez!" Sometimes? It was like being in love with the worlds oldest teenager. And we'd not be saying that thought out loud yet.
"Did something crawl in here and die?" I asked, wrinkling my nose. Stale alcohol. Eww.
[Open to Angel]