Open Post the Sequel

[desertions]

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.

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[chuisle]

He didn't know about any of that. She'd been rather vague about her experiences with Skip when she'd been comatose after that rough vision that sent her flying into the weapons cabinet. Eventually, he'll sit her down and ask her about it, for he always regretted respecting her boundaries in that instance and trusting her to share with him that which she felt was important after learning of the part Skip had played in Jasmine's hostile bodily takeover.

Right now, all he can focus on is her. The feel of her lips moving against his, the warmth of her body against the hand that's now cupping one of her hips... He's had dreams about this — all out vivid hallucinations — but nothing compares to the real thing. And it's with a gasp that he reluctantly withdraws from her mouth, and only because his lungs are demanding air.

"Still not used to that whole breathing thing."

[visiongirl]

It had been easier to be vague, honestly. As much as Cordelia talks about saying what she thinks there's often a lot she holds back. Like the fact that she had known for all that time that the visions were effecting her so badly in the first place. Let alone what she had gone through in order to be able to keep them and not die.

But her mind isn't really on any of that.

What it is on is how his hand is resting on her hip -- if she's thought about it before it's not a thought she's ever allowed herself to entertain for long. But she's entertaining it now, that's for sure. She laughs softly at his words, still trying to catch her own breathe.

"Guess that's one of many things you have to adjust to, huh?"

[chuisle]

"Small price to pay. It's n—"

Whatever he's about to say after that is promptly silenced by the sound of his son wailing in the next room. Reluctantly, he withdraws from Cordelia to tend to the previously sleeping infant, returning with the baby in his arms.

[visiongirl]

Whatever Angel was going to say -- well she's probably not going to hear it just now. She can't find herself objecting that much as he comes in with Connor, though. She makes her way over to them, peering over Angel's shoulder at the baby.

"Hey, little man."

[chuisle]

Connor's fussy, uneasy in his father's arms. Angel realizes belatedly that the boy can probably feel the difference in body temperature. He used to run lukewarm at best — room temperature — and now he's brimming with heat, especially after kissing Cordelia. That heat he now generates is making his son turn away from his chest, bringing fresh tears to eyes that have already been crying.

Unsure of what to do and out of practice when it comes to caring for the infant version (not that he was so great at handling the teenage one), Angel gently eases Connor into Cordelia's arms.

"I think he can tell I'm not dead anymore."

[visiongirl]

Cordelia takes the baby easily, cradling him into her arms. She rocks him gently, smiling down at him.

"Probably. He just needs time to adjust."

Babies can be fussy enough just left to their own devices, let alone having to deal with that much change. But it'll serve them both better in the long run -- making it possible so Angel can take his son out during the day now without worrying about getting crispy.

[chuisle]

"Probably."

It ought to bother him a lot more that his son is seemingly put off by his pulse, but Connor not knowing how to handle a human version of his father beats watching him struggle with the world around him in the wake of escaping Quor'toth. No matter what he did after that, he couldn't seem to put his son back together again. Even after he made that deal with the Senior Partners, there were still parts of Connor that remained broken and out of place, things that were doomed to remain in shards.

He'd sooner die than watch his son's life shatter again.

"I'll get a bottle." And he does, disappearing to the kitchenette area of his room.

[visiongirl]

If Cordelia knew how bad Connor's life was going to get she'd be all the more determined to make sure that whatever terrible future Angel lived through before -- they don't go through it again. But for now she's just rocking Connor gently, whisper singing to him -- she's not the best of singers but the baby certainly seems more receptive to it than most people are.

Or at least, he isn't crying louder because of it.