Angel (broodysoul) wrote in somerealityrpg, @ 2021-04-16 23:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | active: angel, active: kate pryde |
Log: Angel & Kate
Who: Angel and Kate Pryde
What: Kate phases through the wrong wall
When: Saturday morningish
Where: Angel's room
Warnings: Awkwardness
The last few days since his talk with Bonnie had been long, and for once, it had nothing to do with sudden trips around the world or weird or dangerous obstacles that Goodland liked to throw at them on a regular basis. While it was good news that they had started to develop a plan or an idea that changing the spell was even possible, the closer he got to making any sort of decision the more and more nervous Angel became. For a vampire, the soul was still a curse in a many ways, so his guilt and brooding, as too many people called it, wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Living with this curse had been something he'd dealt with for over a century, and making the move to take the risk felt, well, risky. The problem was that he wasn't sure if it was more risky to allow what he saw in the mirrors become a reality.
Angel knew that his next move was to talk to Buffy. At first, he'd wanted to come to a decision on his own, so she wouldn't be getting her hopes up for something that may or may not be possible, but no matter when he told her, that was going to happen unless he waited until after the fact. He'd be lying if he said the thought hadn't crossed his mind, but that wasn't fair to her. The decision involved her, so that meant broaching the subject before he decided a definite yes or no. The secure location of Emma's cave did make him feel better about the actual process itself, but knowing that Angelus would be coming out for a visit, even if only a little while under the best circumstances, would always make him pause.
Since when did the best circumstances ever happen for any of them?
Sleep didn't come easy, but he'd managed a couple hours. A warmed mug of fresh blood from the butcher shop later, and Angel was standing under the warm water from his shower. The steady stream beat down on his chest until his skin had turned a pale pink. The shower was turned off, and Angel opened the curtain and stepped out onto the bathroom mat. He dried and used the towel to dry out some of the excess water from his hair then wrapped the towel around his waist.
Back in the bedroom and standing in front of his closet, Angel dropped the towel and sorted through the various pairs of dark slacks to find something to wear.