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30 December 2007 @ 12:23 am
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"Nah, he'll be fine," I assure him, running my fingers through his hair. "He's Angel, he's the champion and all that crap. He'll be just great." Not sure whom I'm trying to convince here. Wes or myself, but I'm thinking I'm doing a pretty good job for myself. Not so sure about Wes, but he's our pro worrier.

Its when the door opens to reveal Angel standing there in all his brooding glory that I realize just how worried I was. I let out a relieved sigh and grin triumphantly at Wes. "See?" I tell him smugly, leaning in to kiss him gently before scooting out of bed. "Told you he'd be back soon."

As I walk over to the drawer, I give Angel a once over, making sure to cover up any worry that might be visible. Hey, I got a rep to uphold. I'm thinking sweet soft Cordy got out a bit to much this evening. Oh yeah, heads are gonna roll at this meeting. Okay, not at the meeting, cause we need the paying customer. And why am I at this drawer?

Oh yeah, getting boxers for Wes. Wes who, after uttering a breathy 'Angel', is still staring at our vampire like he's either the second coming, or in so much trouble for running out. You never know with these two. I swear, they can like hold a five hour convo in three seconds with just their eyes. It's creepy and cute at the same time. Wish I could do that with them, but it's an Angel - Wes thing I guess.

"I was just gonna get Wes some clothes, cause I told him you weren't so keen on him going to this meeting in the buff," I inform Angel casually, lips twitching into a smile when I see Wes scowl at me again. Yeah, he'll be okay.


Now if only I could say the same for Angel. Or me. Ugh.
Current Mood: draineddrained
Cordelia Chase: Eyebrowraisequeen_cordette on January 27th, 2008 04:39 pm (UTC)
Men! Ugh! Maybe I should pull a Willow and stick to girls! Yeah, okay, not really but... geeze! Men! *Especially* Angel. So maybe I should say Vampire! With a soul! Pfffft! All I wanted was a nice vacation for the three of us, some rest, some sun, some... fun. And he's been against it from the get go. Just cause *I* said I'd like it if we were to go.

Does he think I'm sort of moron? Like I don't notice the way he's looking at Wesley all the time. And Wes with his dumb obviousness doesn't even notice. Well hey, if Angel wants me out then I'm so keeping the honor to myself. I'll get out myself. But what about Wes? And what about your-- You can't switch off feelings, not even if the guy's an asshole.

Growling under my breath I stomp through the door. Don't even have to elbow my way through the crowd. They take one look at me and quickly skip the the side. Just like the should! Or they'd meet with my totally fake prada's, and trust me they're sharp. Ugh! Now I wanna go out and beat something up. Blech!

"What the..." I frown at the hand suddenly stopping my righteous rampage only to find out it's Angel. Yeah, I heard him calling, but I'm so not in the mood. Pulling my arm out of his grip once he's hoisted us to the side, I about to give him another what for he says he can explain. Explain? Hah! This should be good. Explain, my no longer tanned ass!

Crossing my arms over my chest, I look at him angrily. Eyes slide toward Wes hovering at the door, then back at Angel. Yeah, I'm angry. But most I'm hurt. Why can't he love me like he loves Wes? Why? "You got five seconds," I murmur, "make them count."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Glasses thoughtfullwatcher_pryce on January 27th, 2008 04:39 pm (UTC)
I'm not sure if I should be relieved that Angel's going after her. No, not because *Angel* is going after her, but because I've never seen Cordelia so mad. Or hurt for that matter. What happened? What did they talk about? What did Angel say to make her so pissed? I mean, it could've been anything, I never really understood women when it comes to that.

Angel slips past me quietly and fast while I stand there looking like some sort of stupid idiot. I'm not sure what to do. Go after them or just leave them to it. But I want to know what happened. So it doesn't happen again. So I can try to prevent it. I need both of them in my life, I can't do it any longer without them. I've trusted them like I've trusted no one, they can't... do this.

Nodding to myself, I quickly dart after Angel. I'm just in time to see him pulling her to the side. She's still shooting fire with her eyes, but when I hear Angel say 'please' my heart sinks. This is serious, this isn't some like the other times they fight. When they try to out-alpha each other. This is... not good.

Making myself smaller almost automatically, I slip into the shadows but closer to them. So I can hear what's going on, so I can jump in if needed. They both know I'm there, so it's not as though I'm sneaking around. But this is between Angel and Cordelia and I wish they'd figure things out this time. I really, really do. And here I thought that if I were to loose them, it would be my fault. It never occurred to me that they could have their own struggles.

And why should it? They look perfect together, beautiful, complimenting each other. I need them both, I don't want to take sides. I don't want to *have* to take sides. What happened, when did it happen? How could I not notice that they've both been slipping? Too caught up with yourself. That must never happen again. They come *first*. Nervously wringing my hands, I let my eyes dart from Cordelia to Angel and vice versa.
Keep Me: ang alley_keep_me on January 27th, 2008 05:55 pm (UTC)
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