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Open Post the Sequel
how to play.
1. Drop a comment with one or more of your muses. It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me. If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too.
2. In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone.
3. just rp with me. if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse. if it doesn't, it doesn't.
1. Drop a comment with one or more of your muses. It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me. If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too.
2. In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone.
3. just rp with me. if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse. if it doesn't, it doesn't.
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What she does know is that the guys are getting ready to go out on a job, and she's making her way downstairs to get them a few more details on her latest mission -- but she's distracted when she notices the open door -- and Angel going out into the sunlight.
Panic flares in her chest and she runs over to stop him - only he's not on fire. Why is he not on fire?
"Angel? What's going on?"
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Angel wants to trust this, wants to just jump right back into his old life and live it as fully as possible, but— It's in his nature to doubt, to question, to disbelieve.
"I might've actually made things right for once."
Which doesn't make a lick of sense to anyone but him, he realizes, but it's the truth. The possible truth. Maybe he didn't screw up royally this time.
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Because that's the only other time in her memory that he could go out in the sunlight without catching on fire. Well, that and Pylea but they're not in an alternate dimension so she's pretty sure that's not the answer.
But he knows something that she doesn't, which never sits great with Cordelia. Which is why she places one of her hands on her waist, waiting for some kind of explanation.
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In answer, he holds out a hand, beckoning her to join him in the sunlight. "Come see for yourself."
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So she takes his hand, stepping outside with him now, smiling as she feels the warmth of the sunlight hit her skin.
"You certainly don't smell like you might burst into flames, at least."
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Yes, there was still a part of him that believed he didn't deserve this, but there was another part that was tired, that had been through the most trying experience of his nearly three hundred years of existence, that wanted this, because he'd done so much. Didn't someone who went to bat for the whole of humanity against a force that could've — and almost did — squash him like a bug?
Angel breathed in deeply so she could feel the air filling his lungs, too, and smiled.
"No flames. Not anymore."
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Somehow, he's human.
She remembers the story Doyle had told her once, about how he had been human for a day with Buffy, and then reverted time to take it back. Did he run into one of those demons again? That seems unlikely, somehow.
"How is this possible?"
She can't help the small smile that tugs at her lips at it. Whatever happened -- well if there's anyone eho's earned it, it's Angel. He's fought harder than anyone she knows, he deserves a break, a second chance -- assuming that's what he wants.
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He can't stop smiling. For the first time in his life, Angel has reason to be happy without worrying about what being happy could do to his very state of being. Of course, he understood while he'd been the vampire with a soul that it was crucial to everyone's safety — his, his friends', the city's, the world's — that his life be at least a little bit miserable, because it kept perfect happiness at bay. He'd been foolish enough to touch a moment of it before, back in Sunnydale, and that hadn't exactly been a walk in the park. Nor had what they'd yet, and hopefully would never, experience when that thing that was possessing Cordelia convinced him to let a shaman dislodge his soul from his proper place and let the unfiltered side of him take control.
No more would the threat of Angelus be looming on the horizon. He hadn't had the chance to enjoy that in hell. In fact, he actually toyed with the idea (albeit briefly) of letting Spike turn him when he'd been sitting on death's doorstep, because his unsouled self was the lesser of two evils when it came to Angelus versus Wolfram & Hart. He's glad it didn't come to that, even though there were many times in hell that he'd wished he were still a vampire.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
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Their lives are filled with unbelievable things pretty much all the time anyway. And whatever miracle happened -- well she wants to know. Because this is huge. This is everything Angel's been trying to fight for, what she honestly believes he deserves. That chance to be good without the demon, to live a normal life. To be happy, if he wants to be, without any consequences.
She just wants to make sure that it happened for the right reasons. That there isn't some sort of catch, some sort of trap Wolfram and Hart or anybody else might be setting for them. She has no idea of everything he had to go through to get to this point -- how could she?
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Because there were things she was better off not knowing. Things they were all better off not knowing. He didn't want to ruin Wes and Gunn's friendship, didn't want Fred picturing herself blue, or Cordelia imaging a world where she was dead and he was lost. Didn't want them to know that he sold his soul to Wolfram & Hart, that he made a deal with them to save his son, to—
Wait.
"Connor. Where's Connor?"
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Of course, she has no idea that Angel doesn't expect Connor to still be a baby here. How could she?
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Pun not intended.
Should she follow, she'll find him leaning over the crib, a gentle, loving hand on the baby's head. There are tears in his eyes and he's on the verge of weeping, because this — this is what he wanted for the boy. This was the life he deserved, with a human parent who could go out into the sun with him. He'd have to take the necessary steps to prevent a Quor'toth repeat, but now that he'd experienced those events and knew exactly how they were going to pan out, he could stop Holtz before he even began.
But that would come later. Right now, he just wanted to bask.
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There's still a lot she doesn't understand about the situation. Angel is human, somehow. He doesn't have to fight his inner demon anymore, he can just live the sort of life he deserves. A real one with his son.
If it's a trap, a cruel joke someone is playing on him, well they'll figure it out. They always do. When she walks in and follows him, any worry is momentarily pushed aside at the image of the two of them. It's hard to miss the tears in his eyes -- but she doesn't comment on them. Instead Cordelia comes inside the room and settles next to Angel, placing one of her hands on his shoulder.
"See? Sleeping just like I said."
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Angel's voice is barely above a whisper, but he knows she can hear him. He doesn't dare disturb his son, wanting to give the sleeping infant every single luxury he was denied after Holtz stole him away to Quor'toh. Connor would be raised as he ought to have, would grow up in this world instead of a barren hell dimension that warped his mind and taught him to fight for his life at every twist and turn. And if this was a cruel joke, he was going to personally rip the Senior Partners limb from limb for dangling this in front of him and refusing to let him have it. Every inch of his being ached to believe this was real, but true to his nature, there was always that thread of doubt and suspicion lingering in the back of his mind.
It kept him on his toes.
Connor mewls in his sleep, turning his head instinctively towards his father's hand, pressing his little forehead against Angel's fingers. The vampire smiles. "I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere."
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She knows he did that once -- and he had been human then too. The perfect day he supposedly spent with Buffy. But whatever's happened -- he's being pretty vague about it, which is really, really annoying. Cordelia doesn't really like feeling like she's in the dark about things.
Still, it's hard not to smile as she watches Angel and his son -- he's so good with Connor -- if there some reality where things ended badly for them -- well then she's glad he found a way to reverse it.
Because they all deserve at least a little happiness sin their lives.
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It's the truth, even if it's one she won't want to hear. He isn't particularly jonesing to tell her about it, either.
Connor fusses and Angel withdraws his hand, slipping out of the baby's room as quietly as possible without the added advantage of a vampire's inherent stealth. Wanting to stay near, he lingers in the adjoining room — his room. A room he took residence back up in after the downfall of the Demon Lords, before other events were put into motion. It ended where it all began, and he'd come full circle because of it.
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"Are you going to start actually explaining to me or are we going to continue with the vaguey business?"
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He wasn't complaining, though. This was better than he'd aimed for, more than he could ever ask for. He liked to think the Powers were giving a little help here, letting him have his chance at a do-over now that he'd seen firsthand how bad things were capable of getting. Maybe he was meant to live through all of that so he could do it all over the right way the second time around. He could say, other than to say that he was alive and so was everyone else.
And it was going to stay that way if he had anything to do about it.
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"So are there things you're going to warn us about? Or is this one of those punishment deals where you can't say anything or you'll mess with the needed course of history because if that's the case that's just kind of cruel."
But she wouldn't put it past Wolfram and Hart.
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Like the century he did in Acathla's hell dimension that was only a couple of months to the real world.
"I plan to put a stop to that, to take Holtz down before he has a chance to get to Connor." Or Wesley.
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After all, they all loved Connor -- not as much as Angel did -- but still. Cordelia had come to be very attached to that little baby, and if there's anything she can do to help him from a terrible fate, to help prevent him having anything less than the life he deserves? Well she's going to do it.
They're a family. That's what family does for one another. They fight.
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Happiness was no longer an issue. Seeing everything in his life even out and be the way it ought to be won't trigger the clause in a curse that's no longer applicable now that he's human and becoming Angelus no longer a risk.
"I lost a lot of people during those years, Cordy. Not just Connor. Would you believe that at the end of it all, before I figured out how to make things right, that the only ones of us left standing were me and Spike?"
Connor was dead, Wesley was a ghost, Illyria was lost, and Gunn was a vampire. In the end, the two heroes left were two men with the rockiest history of all. And before time reset, after he let Gunn behead him, Spike stood alone.
He hated that and was immensely glad the bleached blonde would have zero recollection of it.
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Her expression sobers at his words. Last time she had seen Spike was when he was going after the Gem of Amara. Which is why there's that slightly judgy tone coming out when she speaks again.
"Why the hell would you be working with Spike?"
He's one of the bad guys -- far as she knows, anyway.
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Angel shakes those thoughts off, pushing away the remnants of a future that would likely never happen in that way again.
"He—" Shit. Right, spoilers. Spoilers that likely didn't even apply to spike yet. He's on the fence, honestly, when it comes to wanting Spike to become soulful again. But of course, now that he's human, Spike's no longer a rival for the shanshu. He's the sole contender. Funny how that works out. "Well, he sort of, uh... got his soul back. Long story, not really my story to tell. Just— He was on my side in the end and that's what matters here."
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"Well, whatever led to that extremely weird turn of events -- we can make it different, can't we?"
She doesn't like the idea of Angel being alone in the end -- nor does she have the courage to ask what happened to her and the others. She has a feeling she probably wouldn't like the answer.
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