Ya know, the culture always changes. When you’re immortal, it tumbles by at warp speed. So fast it practically makes your ears pop. You get comfortable in your solitude. Super deep, totally tortured, extra black-on-black. Before you know it, you’ve lost yourself somewhere in the din of past decades and you emerge… only to find that girls no longer find stalking a big turn on. Although, he seems to remember having that explained to him, once. Painfully.
Angel’s not stalking, though. He’s just following a vaguely familiar whip of blonde curls through a crowd, trying to keep up. Did that sound creepy? It is. It’s fucking creepy, but he doesn’t know what else to do. If every sense he has, down to her scent, weren’t telling him – screaming at him – that the woman crossing the street in front of him is the love of his life, he wouldn’t believe it.
Buffy Summers is dead, so the shoulder Angel is reaching for can’t belong to… “Buffy?”
Alright, so much for me looking forward to a better schedule. In the time I’ve been gone, the last few days, one of my co-workers quit. No two weeks notice, either. So I’ve got more shifts and less time.
I don’t want to let this hinder me coming back to tumblr, or starting that new group verse/rpg/whatever it will be. So, I’ll see how my schedule goes this week and try to figure out how to have more time here.
I might retreat into my group verses, since 1x1s usually don’t go anywhere, but I’ll try not to do that.
Hello, darlings! I’m getting ready for work but I thought I’d toss out a starter call to @bunker-verse, in hopes of shaking Angel up and getting him to cooperate.
If you’d like a thing from Angel, like this *points at heart button*, if you’d like to plot, hit me up in asks.
“I’ve never heard you described as a eunuch in a single account of your ensouled life. And you don’t seem that broody to me. Just the normal amount. It seems healthy enough.”
Well, there you have it, people. Years may change but Angel never does. And no, we’re not just talking about his timely appearance here. I mean, just how much longer was he planning on playing Mr righteous here, anyway? More importantly, how long until he stops making her the swoony schoolgirl 😍 interest for a movie she doesn’t want to be involved in.
Her youth was long gone, and so was he. In her universe at least, so why every time she sees him does Buffy feel like some poor victim caught in the crossfire of their freak-show romance? His words, not hers. “We both know that’s not the reason.” Because of Angel trying to do good by her, that’s why. But instead he ends up damaging her, every damn time.
Causing Buffy’s gaze to rest somewhere other than him for a moment, the sinking feeling in her stomach starting to turn to 🔥 as she tries choosing her words more carefully now. “I’m a big girl now, Angel. With a lot of new stuff in my life. Believe it or not.. I don’t need you calculating minimum safe distance every time you think i’m damaged goods.”
“And, that’s good. That you have… new stuff.” he’s trying so hard to be supportive but even an exclamation point sounds weird at the end of one of his sentences, he’s spent so damn much time being broody and quiet. Angel manages to keep it together, usually. Keep up the veneer of cool, calm and above it all but put him in a room with Buffy Summers and it all comes tumbling down. Still, he’s got to keep moving forward, “That’s the whole point. You have this new life and I’m not a part of it. But I’m fighting evil, here.” pointed, asshat-y, “We still fight evil, ya know. I don’t wanna intrude on that every time we’re in the same zip code.”
It’s mostly true. Angel’s in town on a job, as the fancy-pants hunters Faith hangs out with call it. They think they’re so tall.
Of course, there’s the bit he’s leaving out. Where he’s been watching her. From a distance, of course, like that makes it any less creepy. Angel rests his hands in his coat pockets, one of his lesser known nervous habits, “I thought it would be… better.” he repeats and, again, also, mostly true. Angel sighs, closes his eyes for a moment, “I just want things to be better.”
Hello, my darlings! I won’t have time for things this weekend as I’m working until Saturday night, then my boss is having a big birthday party and I can’t get out of it, then I’m going to pass out for a day, lol.
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