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.

Comments

[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.