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Wolfram and Hart were sinking their claws into them everywhere she looked. Gunn, Fred, Wes, even Lorne, okay, especially Lorne, she understood that. But Angel? His words evoked a memory, of a vision she was gifted before the powers that be demonified her. A vision of what would have happened if she'd have had the life she always wanted. Everything came with consequences. Didn't want him to have to pay hers. We take what we get. Cordelia shrugged, hand to his cheek now.

Gravel crunched beneath the heels of navy blue Manolo Blahnik stilettos. The front straps were embellished with leaf-shaped crystals. (A nod to the leafy garden they were currently strolling through.) The brunette adjusted her shawl. Then, she re-wrapped her hand around her partner's elbow. (Jack was smart enough to carry her clutch. She'd triple-checked that she had both her vortex manipulator and wardrobe spritzer with her.)

Brown eyes flickered to the star-lit sky. "It's a beautiful night," she observed. For a heist. A grin danced across her features. "And my gown matches," she joked. The handwoven constellations didn't quite match up. Next time.

A good-natured laugh. her purse clutched against his chest with one hand, the other elbow offered to her, never wavered in that duty. Partners in crime and what a partner she made she too, what a woman! River Song. Could spend his days chasing her across the universe, never get tired of it. And don't they look good together too? A pointed glance in her direction, eyebrow raised, can you blame him for looking? In fact, wouldn't she think something was wrong with him if he didn't? That dress though. Knew she had a figure. but still.

❝ You pick this one for me sweetheart? ❞ A roughish grin, ❝ Course. all the dances you want. Once did the lobster quadrille with an actual lobster in the Andromeda Galaxy. She didn't look half as good as you do in a dress. ❞

Detached her arm from his as they approached the front steps, pausing to help her help them, before they were making their way through the open doorway and back into the gala. 18th ambassador of the Crab Nebula or something. The kinda guy with too much money and not a whole lot upstairs... good thing they'd already relieved him of some of his worldly possessions.

She'd bowed her head. She'd disposed of the threat in one go when he had been killed suddenly. Danger eradicated, she'd crouched down, her hands clasped as she was reaching through her mind to any prayers or shabads she could think of. She hadn't been able to find any, still thinking when his words pierced the air. She looked up, brown eyes sharp with disbelief as they fell on him.

. ❝ Aw, come on! ❞ Never gets any easier....every death. Should feel like a part of, well, life now shouldn't it? Still. he grinned, deflecting. Ignoring the sensation of air rushing back into his lungs. Arms thrown wide open in his own defence as he was shoved backwards, almost toppling back down onto the dusty floor.

What is this, Chandramukhi? I was likening you to fortitude. What you turn out to be? Wax doll? Look at you, melting away. Will you let the candle melt away and cast me in dark?

I may not be a part of your destiny but you are a part of mine.