who. cordelia and dean
what. after having a vision, the seer runs off to help only to find that there's someone already there.
when. the night after the dean/abel thread
locked to. dean
status. complete
Angel's place was just as Cordelia had expected it to be: quiet. Quiet and elegant but lonely. It looked like a model home, one that was shown to people who wanted to buy. All the furniture was dark mahogany, the color scheme made of browns and deep crimsons. It was beautiful, but seemingly empty. Cordelia planned on changing that. She had made it her project. The expression that he would fix her when he found out was one she'd seen many times before but she also knew he wouldn't actually do anything about it. He hadn't gotten rid of the fake flowers she had decorated their training room with years ago, had he? At least
this place had potential. The basement that Angel and Cordelia had used to train in was helpless. This place was like a clean canvas and just in the last few days that she had been staying there, it had taken on a more friendly feel thanks to the various throws that littered the couches and the occasional cup of coffee that was left on the coffee table.
( this is a ballad for dead friends )