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@visiongrl : ‘sane people don’t chop up their friends.’ 

𖤐 ⸻ " . . . THEN WHAT DO YOU THINK HAPPENED? " eyes flickered up at the other. " he was sane . . . that's the thing. he was a great person. one of the nicest. " she still couldn't place what the hell happened and what made tommy slater snap the way he did. she was there that night. amidst all the chaos. she witnessed how he was before the massacre. and it was just earlier that morning he had helped her at the lake. " i'm telling you, it was sarah fier. she possessed him to do it. "

doyle  couldn't  help  but  allow  a  small  smile  to  stretch  his  lips  at  cordelia's  confident  words.  he  would  never  get  tired  of  hearing  her  speak  so  highly  of  herself   —   she  deserved  it,  after  all.  he  nodded  once,  ❛  right,  how  could  i,  queen  cordelia  ❜  he  replied,  still  smiling.  he  enjoyed  every  second  he  spent  with  her.  she  was  this  light  in  his  life  that  brought  hope  that  things  could  get  better  for  him  after  his  bitter  divorce  and  seemingly  never-ending  loneliness.  before  cordelia,  and  even  angel,  things  felt  so  grim  for  him.  he  couldn't  be  more  grateful  to  have  friends  such  as  themselves.  he  felt  his  life  had  finally  gotten  purpose,  and  a  part  of  that  was  thanks  to  cordelia.  she  gave  him  a  reason  to  be  a  better  man.  as  they  sat  on  the  office  couch,  he  couldn't  stop  staring  at  her.  his  eyes  stayed  glued  on  her  presence;  memorizing  every  crinkle  her  nose  would  make  and  every  sparkle  that  glistened  in  her  eyes  as  she  smiled.  in  doyle's  eyes,  cordelia  was  simply  perfect.  he  couldn't  help  the  blush  that  heated  up  his  cheeks  at  her  subtle  compliment,  averting  his  gaze  briefly  in  a  coy  manner.  ❛  yer  sweet  ...  a  bad  liar  but  yer  sweet,  cordy  ❜  he  tells  her,  chuckling.  his  eyes  rounded  when  she  begins  to  explain  what  a  hellmouth  was,  and  it  was  worse  than  he  could've  imagined,  apparently.  he  lets  out  a  'phew'  when  she  finishes,  ❛  school  library,  aye?  seems  specific.  m'  assumin'  you've  seen  this  sucker  open  up  right  in  front  of  ye?  ❜  he  asked  with  raised  brows.  he  wasn't  surprised  cordelia  had  survived  something  so  dangerous;  she  was  the  strongest  woman  he's  ever  met.  he  looks  down  at  the  hand  she  places  on  his  arm,  feeling  his  stomach  drop  even  though  it  was  the  smallest  of  affections.  he  took  whatever  he  could  get  from  her.  ❛  i  don't  think  yer  givin'  them  enough  credit,  princess.  'sides,  wouldn't  i  have  had  a  vision  tellin'  me  if  things  were  in  danger  between  em'?  you  gotta  trust  our  hero  in  black  a  little  more.  ❜

"That's... wow."

What Cordelia just showed her on mystic playback... that was far above the advanced magicks Willow was doing these days. Made sense, what with Cordy being a half-demon now for... the greater good? If she didn't know better, she'd say they were all in a funny version of Sunnydale like out of one of Anya's wishes. But this was real life, and they had to protect what remained of it from Angelus. Again.

Willow had been brought in by the charming Winnifred, given her history with re-ensouling Angel once. But the Los Angeles crew hadn't been given the update on the redhead's whole recent... try to destroy all of existence thing. If only she could just grab Cordelia's wrist and share the memory like a highlight reel. But no, she'd have to use her words.

Maybe those could wait until after Angel was back safe, though.

Willow knew she posed a risk to everyone, using powerful magic again. But it's something she'd done once before, without touching a single shred of darkness. (Okay, maybe the teensiest shred.) She could do it again, no sweat.