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[ Cordelia groans. ] Ugh! You’ve got to be kidding. I thought this was all over! Are we seriously revisiting this again? The claw marks, the boils, the burns. But wings? Are we going to be attacked by some wild demonic bird now

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[ Cordelia grins, proudly. ] And is. You make it sound like it's broken. [ Her brows furrow, but she doesn't make anything of it. Doesn't even think anything of it. She gives his fingers a squeeze.

She's starting to hate this place, just a bit. To think that Angel's being held up against this big ugly thing like Angelus' reputation when these people don't know the details frustrates and saddens her at the same time. ] They probably just care. [ Possibly a longshot? She's annoyed she doesn't know who these people are so she can tell them to quit it. There's a way to go about this that doesn't make Angel feel like he's constantly being watched. ] But there won't be any paranoid looks here. Promise. [ She'd pinky swear it if her hands were free. She doesn't want to break it to do something as silly as that.

Cordelia steps back a little, keeping their fingers intertwined, and makes a show of assessing his wings before she steps back towards him. She smiles. Black is definitely what she associates with Angel. The grey is nice, however. ]

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[ She rolls her eyes. ] It's good to know that after three years your sense of humour is still as present as always.

You want to show me how to whip up this salve?

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[ She takes the shirt from him, folding it for a lack of anything better to do. She sits with her hands between her knees, looking around the apartment once more.

And, of course, her eyes settle on the open sketchbook. She's always known he's a better drawer than her. Cordelia's sure he could draw circles around her, even blindfolded, and it'd still look like an image that wasn't drawn by a ten year old. She picks up the sketchbook, moving over to the corner of the couch, and pulls her knees up to rest it against them. She starts flipping through it, as though it's one of her gossip magazines, but it isn't too long until the flipping becomes more like looking at one page for a few minutes before turning it to the next one. ]

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[ It takes her a moment to realise he's back. She's seen a few drawings of herself in the sketchbook and has paused on yet another one.

She'll admit she's stopped a few times on drawings she feels like she remembers and ones that are entirely new to her, trying to place them somewhere in her memory. Cordelia feels like she's in the moment that he's captured. She's never quite appreciated drawings before - being someone who couldn't draw to save her life - and she's never had a reason to until now, seeing the people she loves and cares about captured onto paper. She misses them all in this moment, wishing that the team could be here with them.

She glances up at him and turns the sketchbook to face him. ]

This is incredible, Angel.

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Well, they're brilliant. [ Forever Mr Modest. She'll just happen to turn the page and settle on one of Fred - or Illyria. Her eyebrows raise at the image. ] Some of them are really imaginative. [ Maybe Fred really does follow up on her crush with Angel in the future. ]

I noticed the lack of television. [ Much to her dismay. Cordelia won't be surprised if the gossip magazines she likes to occupy her time with are gone, too. Everything she's taken for granted back home is now missing from her Luceti existence. ] What do you do when you're not doing this? [ She taps the sketchbook, despite him not being able to see her doing it. ] Luceti seems kind of boring if you ignore the Malnosso and all that stuff.

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I was actually referring to Fred dressed a bit oddly. [ Now she's going to look through it for said dragon. She turns her head slightly, eyes never leaving the pages, so her voice is projected just a little bit more. ] You two never had a thing? [ In the future. Possibly when Fred adapted a bit to being back in her proper world. The girl was sweet. Smart. Way too smart for Cordelia to keep up with. It bothered her a little bit to think about it. ]

Well it doesn't hurt to have another pair of eyes while patrolling. [ Especially his. Buffy may be the Slayer, but having Angel patrolling as well would be an advantage in her opinion. ] Are there demons like the ones back at home here that we need to watch out for?

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[ She doesn't think much of the silence. She isn't exactly sure how she feels at the denial of any sort of relationship with Fred. If anything, she's glad that he perhaps nipped her crush in the bud for good - maybe when he was bodyswapped or maybe a little later after she was zapped here - when he did. Some Halloween party that must've been.

Cordelia moves, closing his sketchbook and placing it on the table before lifting the back of the shirt and lying on her stomach. She bends her legs at the knees so she's not hanging off the arm of the couch. She rests her cheek on his other shirt. ] This 'few' - [ She'd airquote if her hands were free. She tries to get a glance of him. ] - is it a long list?

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Cordelia knew that she was going to have to open up just a little bit more than she usually did about any pain she felt. She recognised the hole she was digging for herself and knew she didn't want to dig to the point where Angel couldn't trust her anymore. Letting anyone in while admitting that she wasn't strong enough to handle a vision or her body adjusting to a pair of wings was something she would have to deal with. "Okay," she said it and meant it. And, if anything, the salve was calming when compared to the pain of the wings

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Twins. Cordelia didn't know all that much about the Slayer lore, but she knew that Buffy - and presumed Kendra and Faith - were kids born a few years apart from any siblings they might have. She couldn't quite connect the dots as to why he'd be a threat. If anything, wouldn't he want to help Melaka? Just like how the Scoobies - and even her, who wasn't Buffy's biggest fan back in the day - helped their Slayer? Cordelia frowned, her brows pulled together, "So why's he on the black list? Is he jealous she's a Slayer?"

That she could completely understand. While she was with Xander, all he ever spoke about was either Willow or Buffy. She always felt like she came second to the Slayer. The spotlight was always on Buffy, and she was seen as a nuisance, if not, Xander's girlfriend. The Slayer was the priority in her ex-boyfriend's life when she should've been. Only in L.A. did she gain some sort of permanent spot on the team. But her trip to Pylea had shown her that if she lost her visions, she may not be able to find that place again.