αngel (tosavesouls) wrote in projectchaoslog, @ 2013-01-14 00:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | angel : tosavesouls, faith lehane : allmenarebeasts |
Who: Angel and Faith
Where: The Hyperion
What: A slayer feeling under the weather
When: Early morning
Rating: Will update
Status: Ongoing
Angel was no closer to gaining answers than before; one of the reasons why his condition hadn’t been shared with anyone else, outside of the other person inhabiting the hotel. It was frustrating; nothing about this place made sense to begin with, no real rhyme or reason to its happening. Project Chaos had transported him before (and returned) with no side effects. Why was this time any different? Questions that had been gnawing away at him ever since they came back from the voyage through time…his heart shouldn’t be beating, and yet there was no question, Angel was alive.
Seeing the sun rise and experiences mornings…it still felt strange, but not necessarily in a bad way. After centuries spent missing it, Angel had become an early riser, wanting to savor every movement of the golden light. On this particular morning, the trip he was returning from had nothing to do with finding out the truth; walking into the Hyperion lobby, he held a brown paper bag in one hand, lips drawn up into a smile, one that had been more and more prevalent lately.
“Faith?” Calling out the slayer’s name, he was already heading towards the large stairway, knowing that it was entirely possible she hadn’t left the bedroom yet. “I brought breakfast.” Food…he loved food, now that it actually tasted like something. Almost every night, they had either been going out or ordering in for dinner, just because Angel felt as if he needed to try everything.