I can't believe you wrote something for us! And what a great *something* it is. You definitely kept it "true* to the period and the characters.
Angel put his fingertips to his temples and rubbed them in circles. He could smell the metallic shimmer of cola, the fake sweetness of suntan oil, the too-floral odor of Cordelia's perfume. Layers of tooth-aching sweetness that belied the cactus-sharp exterior of the girl.
Ouch. She would be especially annoying after his brush with the human life and the glory of the Buffy sex. :) But this is a great description of S1-era Cordy through Angel's eyes. Cactus sharp and faux sweet on the surface. Lucky for him, he got to experience the deeper side of Cordy as their relationship progressed.
I adored the tug-of-war between Angel and Doyle about not wanting to bring Cordy and who would have to tell her. LMAO! Such a little girl and so terrifying to these guys. :)
Even though Angel's being an ass, I do feel sorry for the poor schlub. He does have reason to wallow at this time and you described it so well I *almost* want him to call Buffy and get some relief from the pain. ;)
"If I win, you provide insurance."
Angel glanced up at the brick wall. "And if you lose?"
"You provide insurance?"
He huffed out a laugh as he snagged a deck of cards from the drawer.
This is what I love about them! I can't see why anyone could possibly dislike these two together. I mean for realz dude! They're so cute!@#!~ :D
Thank you so much for playing in our little challenge. There is a penalty, though, for not going through channels. You'll see what I mean when I post my fic. ;)
Girl, you leave the best f/b! Thank you! Yeah, poor Angel. I felt sorry for him, too. He was so sad then. But there was Cordy, pulling him out of his funk, without either of them realizing just how deeply they'd bonded. What a fun time during the show! Probably my favorite time to write.
> There is a penalty, though, for not going through channels. You'll see what I mean when I post my fic. ;)
Angel put his fingertips to his temples and rubbed them in circles. He could smell the metallic shimmer of cola, the fake sweetness of suntan oil, the too-floral odor of Cordelia's perfume. Layers of tooth-aching sweetness that belied the cactus-sharp exterior of the girl.
Ouch. She would be especially annoying after his brush with the human life and the glory of the Buffy sex. :) But this is a great description of S1-era Cordy through Angel's eyes. Cactus sharp and faux sweet on the surface. Lucky for him, he got to experience the deeper side of Cordy as their relationship progressed.
I adored the tug-of-war between Angel and Doyle about not wanting to bring Cordy and who would have to tell her. LMAO! Such a little girl and so terrifying to these guys. :)
Even though Angel's being an ass, I do feel sorry for the poor schlub. He does have reason to wallow at this time and you described it so well I *almost* want him to call Buffy and get some relief from the pain. ;)
"If I win, you provide insurance."
Angel glanced up at the brick wall. "And if you lose?"
"You provide insurance?"
He huffed out a laugh as he snagged a deck of cards from the drawer.
This is what I love about them! I can't see why anyone could possibly dislike these two together. I mean for realz dude! They're so cute!@#!~ :D
Thank you so much for playing in our little challenge. There is a penalty, though, for not going through channels. You'll see what I mean when I post my fic. ;)
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> There is a penalty, though, for not going through channels. You'll see what I mean when I post my fic. ;)
Oh, lordy. I'm a little afraid now!
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