Puppet Play hellmouth_of_la

Jun 18, 2004 22:34

Angel and Cordelia reunited.

I'm sure the violins are going to kick in any second. I do everything in my power not to roll my eyes and keep my smile plastered onto my face.

Wesley stands to one side grinning like an indulgent third uncle. He actually looks happy, damn him. Still, there's that sordid part of me lingering in his pocket. And I'm not talking about the dollar note. Seeing Cordelia might make him happy but I'm the one who makes him sweat, itch, scream, snarl, take, devour, and keep coming back for more.

So I sit back and watch the puppet show. Play at being the benign observer. I keep telling them I'm on their side but even Angel knows it's not strictly true. I'm on my own side. And right now that means making nice with Angel and the bitch who almost killed me. I'll have to watch myself around her.

I resolve to come up with some good intel soon to prove my worth. Whatever it takes to keep my job as liaison. I've worked hard to get this far, and damned if I'm going to let anyone take it from me without a fight.
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