It's true; he isn't a vampire anymore, but after 250 years of being undead versus the twenty-six he originally spent as a human being, vampiric habits come a lot more naturally to him than not. Angel fumbles with humanity, unaccustomed to living as a person who possesses a functioning heartbeat. That hadn't been too much of a problem while Los Angeles was submerged into hell, as he'd gone out of his way to make himself appear to still be as much of a vampire as — well, humanly possible. It's surprising the unhealthy amount of primordial glamour he'd been wearing to accomplish such a feat hadn't killed him.
He chuckles warmly in response to her comment. "You and I both."
Happiness, especially perfect happiness, had been dangerous no matter the form it came in, no matter what inspired it or brought it about. There was always that risk of getting too happy that made how stressful his life was, how futile some of the situations he found himself in were, something of a blessing in disguise. Being miserable kept him good, but now, he wouldn't have to worry about that.
It makes him smile again, knowing how secure his sense of self is. No more soullessness, no more being unable to understand the difference between right and wrong, no more demonic impulses and a pull towards darkness that was more innate than he liked admitting. There was just him. And he could be happy. He could have the things he told himself he couldn't, that he was better off never having had the chance to have, because being happy was dangerous.
Not anymore.
"That means I can do this." Boldly, Angel closes the gap between them, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.
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He chuckles warmly in response to her comment. "You and I both."
Happiness, especially perfect happiness, had been dangerous no matter the form it came in, no matter what inspired it or brought it about. There was always that risk of getting too happy that made how stressful his life was, how futile some of the situations he found himself in were, something of a blessing in disguise. Being miserable kept him good, but now, he wouldn't have to worry about that.
It makes him smile again, knowing how secure his sense of self is. No more soullessness, no more being unable to understand the difference between right and wrong, no more demonic impulses and a pull towards darkness that was more innate than he liked admitting. There was just him. And he could be happy. He could have the things he told himself he couldn't, that he was better off never having had the chance to have, because being happy was dangerous.
Not anymore.
"That means I can do this." Boldly, Angel closes the gap between them, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.