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04 December 2012 @ 01:39 pm
A knock interrupted us, and a quick flare of anger rose inside of me. Angel and I hadn't kissed in weeks and the first time we get to, we're cut short. My eyes met his, and I could see the same frustration. A small smile came across my lips, feeling comfort that we felt the same way.

Slowly opening the door, I was surprised to see Giles standing there, a disapproving look on his face.

"Giles?" I asked, Angel's voice following mine.

Is something wrong?

Looking back at him, I had the strangest feeling that something bad was about to happen. Had Angel told him about our possible deal with the demon? If that was it, this was going to turn into an unexpected, and possibly ugly argument.

As we waited for Giles to speak, I felt Angel's arm go around my waist, causing a momentary wave of calm to come over me.

(Open to Angel! & Giles, lol)
 
 
18 October 2012 @ 11:51 pm
I didn't want to care about her. I wished it was possible for me to not see her face every moment I closed my eyes or to not miss her laying next to me when I climbed into bed at night.

I hadn't meant to call her babe; I was wondered and my statement was one I had used very often because she could get careless.

There was no doubt in my mind that there were going to be repercussions to her actions, but I still felt the need to show a unified front.

"Just because you're the slayer, doesn't mean you're the only one who has to live here.", I yelled after her. I wasn't sure she'd heard me but I continued home without double checking.

The next morning, I opened my eyes to see the knight from the night before standing at the foot of my bed and for the first time since being 'turned' I was a little scared.
 
 
 
03 October 2012 @ 10:05 pm
As I opened my eyes, I felt them sting from the light streaming through my curtains, although deep down, I knew that wasn't the reason. Glancing at the clock, I groaned upon seeing that it was only 8am.

Why am I awake right now?! Ugh.

Turning over and burrowing my head in my pillow, I closed my eyes. It wasn't long before the images started, though. Images of Angel, of us together, of him leaving.. I opened my eyes again, knowing for a fact that I wasn't going to get any more sleep.

Trudging downstairs, I walked into the kitchen preparing to get myself some coffee when I saw it. The picture of us on the refrigerator that I had forgotten to take down. Slowly walking over to it, I placed my fingers on its edges about to rip it down, but something stopped me. I'm not sure what it was, but I couldn't take it down. Not now anyway. Staring at it for a few more seconds, I forced myself to turn away, knowing that things were better off this way even if I didn't believe it yet.

(Open to Angel!)