#slaegirl

Once she found her, Hope took a deep breath and then just let it all come out. “I need some advice and trust me, I don’t usually ask anyone for anything unless I have no other choice. Wait...I know how that sounded. Let me start over: are you busy?”

Holding her hands out at her sides, Faith’s features softened. “I just wanna try to be friends, B. All I’m askin’...no ulterior motives, just me wantin’ to talk through the shit I did to you an’ try to find some middle ground...if there is any.”

He slowly made his way toward Buffy’s door and even while he stood in front of it he hesitated, his fist up near his ear. He shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be doing this. This was a bad idea. After he pulled in a deep breath, he finally knocked a few times and put his hands behind his back, fingers around his wrist as he rocked up on his toes. He hated being this nervous. Angel shook his head and turned around, “No, this...was a bad idea. So stupid..” he grumbled as he walked back toward his car.

 ❛     all this  ...       for me ?   ❜      pride galore  ,     pale eyes sit cold as stone in a face sculpted of taunting egotism  -       boyish pride ,   at that  ,    jovial   &    blasé ,   utterly inconsequential  ,     unburdened with dread’s heavy weight  .    all this crafted to conceal that somber reality which lays dormant under layers of flesh .     ❛     my ...     you shouldn’t have .   ❜  ///    @slaegirl​​   ❤ 'd .

               “   c’mon,  b  !   that  was  totally  my  kill.   ”   frustration  leaks  into  her  voice  as  the  last  puffs  of  vampire  ash  fall  to  the  ground.   “   i  mean,  not  that  i’d  usually  mind,  but  you’re  getting  extra  violent  tonight.   ”

       “Well, I wasn’t exactly kidding when I said secret underground lair.” Though he had definitely failed to mention its location in the middle of a Kansas farming community. “I know, doesn’t look like much from the outside.”   / @slaegirl​

Angel looked at her, his eyes boring into hers when he spoke to her. He’d never regret a moment between them, even the terrible ones. A small smile curled the corners of his lips when she agreed, and he nodded, “Me too,” he whispered as he turned his head and looked out over the courtyard from the balcony. He sighed through his nose, attention going to his hands which were in his lap. “So...what if I said I wanted more moments?” he asked, his eyebrow arching as his thumb pressed against the middle of his opposite palm. “What if I want to do it all over again but...better....this time?”