#harvlle

❝      you're   wasting   away,      jo.      ❞               she   finally   speaks   up,      a   gulp   is   sipped   from   her   glass   as   she   raises   her   brow.            ❝      by   your   age.   .   .      ❞               i   was   already   dead   and   brought   back.            ❝      i   was   going   on   hunts   on   my   own.      ❞            but   she   also   has   no   regards   for   her   own   life.   .   .               what   kind   of   role   model   would   she   be?               she   takes   another   sip,      her   words   only   spoken   due   to   ellen   not   being   present,      though   her   mind   was   spoken   to   the   older   woman,      too.               ❝      all   i'm   saying   is   that   you've   got   potential,      and   it's   not   bartending.      ❞

         "and you think this is gonna do it?"       brow arches as he holds up the newspaper he'd just swiped from in front of her. right there on the headline is the source of his newest hunt and here she is, trying to get in the middle of it. he tosses it down again with a scoff, turning his back to her to resume packing. "hunting isn't the answer, jo. all it'll do is get you killed so if you want somethin' to fix you, you should start looking elsewhere."

“would you just. . .lower that thing? the only thing that it will do it’s to piss me off.“ guns, weapons, they sting, they hurt but they never do the deed as they need to when it comes to a vampire. and he was fast. angel raises his hands, showing he means no harm and looks between the blonde and the weapon. it’s a very familiar sight. though he isn’t sure how to feel about it. “I’m one of the good guys, alright? name’s angel, ask around.”

         “I’ve missed you too Jo” he see’s her all the time. He talks to her too. She’s been dead for god knows how many years and still- she’s a very active part of his life. He doesn’t believe she’s before him now since he sees her, everywhere. Why would this be real?