Cordelia shrill? No way! ( she makes sure her dramatic gasp is over the top by covering her mouth with her hand and adding a wide eyed stare. all of which crumbles immediately when he nearly mentions spending the night with her. granted he's quick to catch his phrasing, he's not fast enough to leave her unaffected, though. it's minor and fleeting; the way her pulse quickens and color rushes to her cheeks at the very PG-13 imagery she gets of him and her together, on her bed, cuddling and nothing more after she's too exhausted to study anymore. it's enough that she has to look away from him, pretending to occupy herself with rearranging the books to the foot of the bed. very slick like.
once she's recovered, and the books are opened to their last read spots (courtesy of the way she folded the entire middle of each page needed), she glances back at him, amused. ) Oh no, you can't have that. Just imagine what all the demons and the forces of darkness would say if they knew you had a social life? Your brooding rep would be no more. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. ( she makes an X over her heart. finishing it off with making a show of sealing her lips and tossing the key over her shoulder. )
Is it weird that I think the, well, the weirdest part of the whole thing is not the brain eating ritual, but Doyle having been invited to his ex-wife's fiance's bachelor party? ( she's just putting Angel and her in those shoes. friends or not, and despite her knowing she won't have a fiance, she can't imagine inviting Angel to anything to do with a new beau. )
Hey, don't ask me, I'm just as clueless as the rest of you why Halloween never stays quiet. If I knew how to fix it, I would. I get one night off a year and it never goes as planned. ( it's true. she has no idea why Halloween ends up being exactly what it shouldn't be. ) At least I'm there to make sure it doesn't get any worse? ( she shrugs, trying to see the bright side of Halloween going to Hell in a hand basket for her. )
Yeah. Big ole demon. Although not big in the... ( she makes a tall gesture with her hands. ) ...big sense. But she was powerful and old. She was stealing pieces of my soul each night, causing me to go a little crazy. ( to put it mildly. ) I knew she was evil from the beginning, but did anyone listen to me? Nope. But I had all the evidence right there. I mean the girl labeled all of her eggs with her name, ironed her jeans and she made me log phone calls.
Sad part is, still not the weirdest thing to happen to me in college thus far. ( she admits, tone serious. while all the weird has been oddly comforting, it's the one normal experience she wishes she didn't have. and that is one thing she will never tell him about. ever. )
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once she's recovered, and the books are opened to their last read spots (courtesy of the way she folded the entire middle of each page needed), she glances back at him, amused. ) Oh no, you can't have that. Just imagine what all the demons and the forces of darkness would say if they knew you had a social life? Your brooding rep would be no more. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. ( she makes an X over her heart. finishing it off with making a show of sealing her lips and tossing the key over her shoulder. )
Is it weird that I think the, well, the weirdest part of the whole thing is not the brain eating ritual, but Doyle having been invited to his ex-wife's fiance's bachelor party? ( she's just putting Angel and her in those shoes. friends or not, and despite her knowing she won't have a fiance, she can't imagine inviting Angel to anything to do with a new beau. )
Hey, don't ask me, I'm just as clueless as the rest of you why Halloween never stays quiet. If I knew how to fix it, I would. I get one night off a year and it never goes as planned. ( it's true. she has no idea why Halloween ends up being exactly what it shouldn't be. ) At least I'm there to make sure it doesn't get any worse? ( she shrugs, trying to see the bright side of Halloween going to Hell in a hand basket for her. )
Yeah. Big ole demon. Although not big in the... ( she makes a tall gesture with her hands. ) ...big sense. But she was powerful and old. She was stealing pieces of my soul each night, causing me to go a little crazy. ( to put it mildly. ) I knew she was evil from the beginning, but did anyone listen to me? Nope. But I had all the evidence right there. I mean the girl labeled all of her eggs with her name, ironed her jeans and she made me log phone calls.
Sad part is, still not the weirdest thing to happen to me in college thus far. ( she admits, tone serious. while all the weird has been oddly comforting, it's the one normal experience she wishes she didn't have. and that is one thing she will never tell him about. ever. )