#imvisiongirl

[glorified-bricklayer]

"Can you come over and help me study for this test?"

"I’m not really the one that does the helping, Cordy, but we could go over the notes Willow gave me if you’d like."

[askahalfdemon]

imvisiongirl replied to your post:"I know it's late, but something's on my mind..."

"I know it’s been kind of awkward lately, but I just wanted too—-" She stops leaning forward and wrapping her arms around him tightly. "I missed you."

"Aye well ye can't really expect things ta go back ta what it was when---" He stopped when he felt her arms around him. He twisted in his seat to hug her back. "I've missed ye as well."

[askahalfdemon]

"I know it's late, but something's on my mind..."

"Hmm?" Doyle raised his head off the book that he accidentally nodded off to. "I'm all ears fer ye princess. What ye be needing ta say?"

[askahalfdemon]

imvisiongirl replied to your post:// as i start to be evil with doyle and send feels...

//YOU ARE EVIL

//Love me or hate me but come and interact with Doyle. You know Cordy wants to.

[carebear-withfangs]

Waking Up || Angel & Cordelia

It was still early morning when Angel checked into a small hotel, Chelsea's, and got himself settled. He didn't bring much besides his weapons, some books, and a few shirts. After he unpacked, he went downstairs to the lobby and exited onto the already busy streets. The sun was going to rise soon, however, thanks to New York's public transportation, that wasn't a problem like in Los Angeles. 

Angel found the nearest subway station and bought himself a metro ticket, planning to ride closer into the heart of Manhattan and to the Lenox Hill Hospital. He sat down in an empty seat and observed the new environment. Businessmen and women were dressed in suits on their way to work with coffee in their hand, teenagers with backpacks and ipods in their ear closed their eyes trying to fit in more sleep, and the occasional wanderer sat with a glassy eye watching the cement walls jet by. 

At the next stop, he abandoned his seat for a mother and her child and grabbed onto one of the metal polls that littered the car. He looked out through the window and that's when he saw her. Out of everyone in the crowd, his eyes immediately had fell on her. He only saw her back, her hair, but it was her. It had to be her. But how?

The doors of the subway were closing shut, but Angel managed to run out onto the platform just in time. She was ascending up the stairs and Angel tried his hardest to keep from yelling out to her. After Cordelia had passed away, Angel had began to see her everywhere. However, this time he knew it was her. Her posture, her walk, her outfit. This was definitely Cordelia Chase. Questions began to rapidly whirl around in his head: How long had she been alive? And why was she in New York? And most importantly... why didn't she call him? Though, none of it seemed to matter. At least not at this moment.

He weaved through people until he finally caught up to her on the streets. The sun was rising and would be up in only a few minutes, but he didn't care. He stopped in front of the New York Public Library and watched her begin to walk up the stairs.

"Cordelia?" he asked, waiting for the girl to turn around and look down to the street. Angel bit the inside of his lip and felt his muscles tense in anticipation. His eyes blurred out everything around him and all he could see was the figure before him. He had been wrong before, but not this time. Cordelia Chase was alive.