He had been, as he recalled, terrified to the point of babbling incoherence, and his terror had spiked like an EKG when she had begun to sing in a loud and not entirely tuneless soprano in a way that sounded to him like the remorseless banging of the dinner gong.
LOL, you have such a way with words.
Now he thought about it, his fascination with Cordelia in Sunnydale represented either the triumph of hope over experience or the proof that he truly was incapable of learning from his mistakes.
Haha! Cordy had a precedent!
Instead he had found dust and blood, and Angel’s sword lying amidst the gore. His heart had given such a painful lurch that he had staggered into the wall.
Ouch. Poor Wes still angsting over his Angel, even though Angel was such a berk. Poor woobie.
Gunn looked at his face and nodded. “Yeah, Cordy said you might take it like that. She said to tell you ‘You are special, dumbass’.”
I love myyour Cordy! *hugs Cordy* :)
I love the part where Wes breaks down over Angel and Gunn comforts him. And Gunn knowing the place where Angel's at since he's been there himself... Beautifully written. I wish this was in canon. *sigh*
“You don’t have a poker face, English.” Gunn jumped down from the cab and was around to help Wesley down while he was still fumbling at the door handle. “And it stands to reason that if more than five minutes has passed you’re probably thinking about vamp boy.”
Does Gunn know his Wesley or what? :D
Lovely! Thanks for writing this. As much as I loved Angel and his 'kids', I also loved the family that was Wes, Gunn & Cordy. Thank you. :)
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Date: 2005-11-11 10:27 am (UTC)He had been, as he recalled, terrified to the point of babbling incoherence, and his terror had spiked like an EKG when she had begun to sing in a loud and not entirely tuneless soprano in a way that sounded to him like the remorseless banging of the dinner gong.
LOL, you have such a way with words.
Now he thought about it, his fascination with Cordelia in Sunnydale represented either the triumph of hope over experience or the proof that he truly was incapable of learning from his mistakes.
Haha! Cordy had a precedent!
Instead he had found dust and blood, and Angel’s sword lying amidst the gore. His heart had given such a painful lurch that he had staggered into the wall.
Ouch. Poor Wes still angsting over his Angel, even though Angel was such a berk. Poor woobie.
Gunn looked at his face and nodded. “Yeah, Cordy said you might take it like that. She said to tell you ‘You are special, dumbass’.”
I love
myyourCordy! *hugs Cordy* :)I love the part where Wes breaks down over Angel and Gunn comforts him. And Gunn knowing the place where Angel's at since he's been there himself... Beautifully written. I wish this was in canon. *sigh*
“You don’t have a poker face, English.” Gunn jumped down from the cab and was around to help Wesley down while he was still fumbling at the door handle. “And it stands to reason that if more than five minutes has passed you’re probably thinking about vamp boy.”
Does Gunn know his Wesley or what? :D
Lovely! Thanks for writing this. As much as I loved Angel and his 'kids', I also loved the family that was Wes, Gunn & Cordy. Thank you. :)