Part 2 of the "Fox, Barriss and Dogma kill the Chancellor" AU
Summary
Barriss Offee is the kind of girl that Fox expects to find dead.
It's nothing personal. Nothing insulting, even, many of the best people that Fox knows are people that he often expects to find dead. Thorn, for one. Senator Organa, for another. It is simply a fact of life, as undeniable and true as any other — Coruscant orbits a singular star, the Senate is corrupt, and Barriss Offee is the kind of girl that tends to turn up as a corpse before reaching old age.
Coruscant has an ugly habit of chewing up and spitting out idealists. And Commander Offee is nothing if not idealistic.
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Was thinking about Adam grabbing Vaggie's chin in Heaven when he reveals that she's an angel and. Well. Have an excerpt from a post-season 1 fic I'm working on.
TW: discussion of noncon, power dynamics, etc.
"Why the fuck aren't you asking Husk about this?" Angel asks, determindedly keeping his eyes focused on the mirror that he's doing his makeup in, and not on Vaggie's tense form behind him. "Husk is the who gets paid to deal with this shit, and you literally just admitted that Niffty and him have experience regarding this kind of power dynamic with Alastor. He definitely could help ya better than I can."
"It's fucking different, okay?" Vaggie snaps back, annoyance clear in her words. "Listen, for all that Alastor is a monster, I get the impression that he'd rather cut his own hands off than actually have any type of... intimate contact with Husk or Niffty."
The liquid eyeliner that Angel was applying smears across his face as he jerks backwards to face Vaggie completely. There's no way he heard that right. There's no way. "What the fuck are you saying?"
Vaggie grits her teeth, scrunches up her face. She looks like she's about to punch his teeth out. She looks like she's about to cry. It's an expression that Angel has never seen on her face, an expression Angel never wants to see again. "Are you really so fucking dense that you don't get it?"
Angel is a statue. Angel is stone. Angel is unmoveable. He will not let himself react, because there is no way that Vaggie is implying what he thinks. He will not let himself react, because he refuses to deal with another lecture on not speculating about the sex lives of others. He will not let himself react, because if he does, Vaggie will know. "You're implying a lot of shit that I don't want to say, cause if I'm wrong, you'll rip me a new one for even thinking it. For even considering that it could've happened. Sorry, but I'm not in the fucking mood to get another lecture on boundaries from Charlie."
"Fuck's sake," Vaggie snarls in response, shakes her head, a tiger on a leash in the middle of the city, overwhelmed and obviously furious about it. She's shaking, and it's miniscule, but its there. He almost wants to hug her, but he doesn't want anyone to touch him. He doesn't think she wants anyone's hands on her, either. Instead, Angel brings his mind and body back to the last necro shoot he did, forces himself to remain still, stoic, not even daring to breathe. He can wait her out. He will wait her out. Val's voice rings in his mind, hold your tongue, amorcito, no one needs to hear your bullshit at a time like this.
“I would rip his throat out with my bare fucking hands if I had the option to,” Vaggie says, arms crossed. “I would string his body up in front of heaven as a warning sign.”
“All that cause he made Charlie sad? Damn.” Angel wolf-whistles. “Wish I had a man that showed me that kind of loyalty,” he continues, batting his eyelashes up at Husk.
“Keep dreaming, kid,” Husk says as he dries a glass with a towel.
Angel juts out his bottom lip, and turns to fold his arms on the bartop, arching his back as he makes eye contact with Husk. “Awe, kitten, you think I can't get a man? Let me assure you, there are plenty of sinners out there who would pay a pretty penny to fu—”
“Okay!” Charlie chimes in, voice three octaves higher than usual. “Thank you for sharing, everyone, I will not have anyone attempt to rip Adam's throat out, but I appreciate the suggestion!”
