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sirenspull_logs2012-03-25 04:55 am
ex_stakes70) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-03-25 04:55 am
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[closed] something always brings me back to you ;;
Who: angel (slipperysoul) & buffy summers (stakes)
When: march 22nd ; after this thread.
Where: tbd.
Summary:
Warnings: possible mild language. probably angst.
[ She should've seen this part coming. She's been thinking about it since she first talked to him, getting here... And the more time passes, the more she thinks about it. He's Angel. And here isn't the same as home. No army to run, no underworld to police... No distance between them more than a reasonable distance between points within the same city. Only one reason why they shouldn't push or press to go too far, really. That pesky soul-losing-post-coital-bliss thing is an issue, but they can avoid the physical. Or, she thinks she can.
She has her personal cookie-dough reservations, but... Since when did those stop her when the opportunity was actually right in front of her? And now's one of those times. They've pretty much exhausted every possible topic, bad or good, between the two of them over the years, but... For some reason, this has her stomach in knots. She's nervous, like a schoolgirl all over again. But... He always did have that effect. Sunnydale was different, too. When he showed up with the Amulet? She wasn't ready.
She's still not, but she feels more ready, and they may not ever have this opportunity again. At home, or anywhere else. This is a chance. And it's a chance she's more than willing to take. Because he's Angel. It's always been Angel. So she makes er way to the part of town where he is, and she looks around as she approaches, heading into the shadows pretty much immediately. That's where he'll be until the sun goes down. ]
Angel? Please tell me I got the right area of town.
slipperysoul) & buffy summers (stakes)When: march 22nd ; after this thread.
Where: tbd.
Summary:
Warnings: possible mild language. probably angst.
[ She should've seen this part coming. She's been thinking about it since she first talked to him, getting here... And the more time passes, the more she thinks about it. He's Angel. And here isn't the same as home. No army to run, no underworld to police... No distance between them more than a reasonable distance between points within the same city. Only one reason why they shouldn't push or press to go too far, really. That pesky soul-losing-post-coital-bliss thing is an issue, but they can avoid the physical. Or, she thinks she can.
She has her personal cookie-dough reservations, but... Since when did those stop her when the opportunity was actually right in front of her? And now's one of those times. They've pretty much exhausted every possible topic, bad or good, between the two of them over the years, but... For some reason, this has her stomach in knots. She's nervous, like a schoolgirl all over again. But... He always did have that effect. Sunnydale was different, too. When he showed up with the Amulet? She wasn't ready.
She's still not, but she feels more ready, and they may not ever have this opportunity again. At home, or anywhere else. This is a chance. And it's a chance she's more than willing to take. Because he's Angel. It's always been Angel. So she makes er way to the part of town where he is, and she looks around as she approaches, heading into the shadows pretty much immediately. That's where he'll be until the sun goes down. ]
Angel? Please tell me I got the right area of town.
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But he'd learned from before, that he would take a day being human spent with Buffy, even if she had to forget, simply for the opportunity. He'd take away everyone's memories of Connor if it meant he had a better life, and he would lose everything he loved if it meant he could save them in turn. Not to mention, it was different here, for a variety of reasons. Gods walked the Earth, there wasn't the constant threat of apocalypse, and he wasn't the only one, of two, up for being Champion of the world. His own responsibilities had practically vanished, and so what was left? Opportunity? And maybe he should take it.
Obviously Buffy knew him well enough to know right where to look, and with an easy few steps forward, hands still in the pocket of his coat, Angel was actually managing something kind of close to a smile. ]
You got the right area of town.
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Good, 'cause I was starting to wonder. Guess my spidey senses were tingling right. [ So. Now. The small talk needs to stop. She looks up at him and the smile doesn't fade, but the joking playful upturn in the corners of her lips does. She's very sincere here. ] You're sure about this, right? It's not just some fluke or trick of my very overly-vivid imagination?
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You've been imagining it? [ Insert eyebrow raise here. But okay no, fine, if they're actually getting serious, then he'll follow suit. His own smile fades completely, if you could even call it a smile, and he goes right back to looking vaguely concerned. Worried. Because that's just part of what he does. ] If there's one thing i've always been sure about, it's you.
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[ Let's pretend she has the stuff with her she said she'd get. She went to the butcher. So she pulls out a big brown bag full of sacks of blood and hands it to him. ] Here. You should probably actually eat before we get into the heavy.
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And now here it is. And he's much too pale for his own good and he knows he's running low on any kind of energy, even the kind required to make his brain work. So he peers into the bag before looking back up at Buffy. ] Want to walk?
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[ One last.. stubborn sort of glance and then he's rustling about in the bag and pulling out two of the smaller sacks, before stashing the rest in his coat. With a slight wrinkle of distate - because cold much? - he tears one of them open with his teeth and just digs in. The urge to vamp out while he drinks is nearly a punch to the face and it's one he can't do much but give in to after a second. ]
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Good. Yes. This is what she wants. She doesn't let go of his arm, though. She doesn't back up, either. She's just going to stay right there, settling quite comfily into his personal bubble. Remaining. And reminding him that she isn't afraid of him, that she doesn't find him disgusting. ] - That's better... God, you really were starving. Good thing I showed up when I did, huh?
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Think you showed up right on time. [ And onto number two, not even having to rip it open now that he's got his fangs out. Makes it just that much easier to sink his teeth into and drain until there's nothing left and Angel exhales an unnecessary breath, quick to shove that bag into his pocket as well. A second later and he's morphing back out of his game face and rolling his shoulders back, standing a little straighter now that he feels a hell of a lot better, and stepping in just a little closer. ]
Now, we can walk.
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Walking is good.
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Almost as fast as it started, it's over, and Angel nods against her hair, giving Buffy an encouraging nudge towards the sidewalk in front of them. ]
Walking is really good.
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It's always been that way. Even in moments when it's not warranted, there's just a spark there that's completely undeniable. It's been there since they first began, it'll be there until they've both withered and died. Or, more accurately, she's withered and died. But she tries not to think about that anymore. And generally doesn't. Until moments like this and --
Thoughts. Derailing. They're supposed to be going on a walk. So walking they'll do. She falls into stride next to him easily. It's just as familiar as kissing him, and she has no trouble keeping up with his larger step. Tinier, but faster in general... It works. ]
Sun'll be down soon... Then you can actually be all out in the open and non-shade-ducking.
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Which means we can go wherever you want to talk because walking isn't exactly conducive to the kind of conversation we need to have, but can you at least tell me one thing?
[ He doesn't look worried so much as... well, okay he looks kind of worried. But it's a concerned sort of curiosity, at least. ] What's the last thing you remember? How much do you know?
hello thinking i replied to this but actually hallucinating the entire experience.
[ Oh. Then there's that. She hasn't seen him in awhile, that's for sure. But she should've seen this question coming. She sighs, shrugging her shoulders slightly. It's no big deal, right? ] I was in New York with Willow. We flew over to -- I dunno, some big temporal-shifty-thingy. I was supposed to be there to help, or stop baddies or something. Didn't get that far. Wound up here instead.
jdk;sa i take all the tags, hallucinated or otherwise
[ With a hand at her back -- barely there to keep from being pushy -- he leads the way down the streets headed towards the fourth sector as he listens. ] When'd Willow learn how to fly?
yay good because i hallucinate them a lot apparently jesus.
[ Following. Or, rather, walking with because he can't really have his hand at her back if she's -- you get the picture.
OH LOL BUFFY IS GOING TO JUST LOOK AT HIM AND LOL but then - ] Somewhere between Sunnydale and Scotland. But we took a plane. Dunno if she's ready to fly that far yet.