#yxursanctuary

[little-miss-buffy]

@yxursanctuary

[slaegirl]

@yxursanctuary​ said:"I'd do anything to be the person you love again"           misc prompts for your feels

"You   don't   have   to   do   anything,   angel."   does   he   really   think   she   moved   on?      the   universe   never   allowed   them   to   do   that   smoothly.   the   way   she   still   wears   the   ring   he   had   given   her   still   with   the   heart   pointed   toward   her   heart.   the   way   she   keeps   his   jacket   on   her   room   and   sometimes,   when   she   is   nostalgic,   she   wears   it.   "I   never   stopped   loving   you,   you   dufus.   i   thought   it   was   obvious."

[enchantingfangs]

@yxursanctuary:

⠀˖ ˚ ˞ ⠀⌇ ❝ PREGNANCY STARTERS ❞ 𒑊 ⠀

𝓕or the past few months, Samantha Salvatore had been staying in Los Angeles with her friend as she was currently excepting the firstborn child of ex Klaus Mikaelson after the two had foolishly hooked up when he came to town upon finding out that the ravenette had been living there in Sunnydale lately. As soon as she had gotten pregnant, by some sort of miracle, she knew that she could no longer live on the hellmouth or even back home to which the vampire with a soul extended an invitation to stay at his place in the city. Besides, the man had a little experience with the whole miracle vampire pregnancy thing so she was in good hands, or so she thought. Currently, Angel was out doing some work-related stuff so a four month pregnant Sam was back at their place. She had just finished a mug of pig’s blood when she heard the doors open and in he walked.

“How’d the hunt go?” The vampire asked, a hand gently resting on her somewhat pregnant stomach as her friend walked inside his place.

[dhampirslays]

( Jo Summers && Angel ; @yxursanctuary​ )

So, this was the infamous Angel Investigations office that she had heard so much about. It resembled like a hotel, but it still had this breath of coziness in it, though with the way both her mother and Hope seemed to talk about it, Jo had originally imagined that it’d look more like a huge Courthouse. Or, at the very least, since a vampire was taking residence in it that it’d be a little less. . . crowded.

Placing the small luggage ― or better yet, the bag of clothes that she had packed in a hurry ― in the marbled ground, cobalt hues examined the space around her in wonder; the staircases, the library-like space in the back, the sitting area, it all appeared to be in a fairly good state as they were, especially since all the stories she was told revolved around, and she quoted “a demon breaking in every once in a while and wrecking the place”. This Angel fella either had extraordinary handiness as one of his vampire skills, or he really had a crew coming in and fixing everything in a blink of an eye. Though what really grasped her attention was the book that laid open in the middle of the receptionist desk, along with the other, scattered pages that filled up the space and barely even let you see that there was a desk underneath. And after casting a quick glance around her, that was where the redhead headed.

The closer she got, the more this book appeared to be like one of the many books that Giles held in his massive library, filled with tons of demonic creatures, information about them, prophecies and spells and whatnot. Whoever had left the book there, judging by the unorganized mess this back room was, was in a hurry. Brows furrowed in view of the demon draw, and as digits turned the page to scan the pages for more information about it, eyes widened at the many paragraphs the book had devoted to its abilities only. Okay, now she could see why they had reached out to the Summers house-hold for help; Jo wouldn’t have wanted to deal with this demon on her own either if the roles were reversed.

Pushing the book further aside, hues quickly scanned the papers that accompanied the book, taking in as much details as her mind could possibly withhold before she had turned back around, only to find the vampire that Buffy had spoken so fondly about ― whilst Spike not so much ― standing mere feet away from her. Well, enough to give someone a cardiac arrest, for that matter.

A sharp inhale of breath that was quickly exhaled through her nostrils later, and Jo pursed her lips into a tight awkward smile. “So, I’m guessing you are Angel, no?” Hope had filled her in for a brief description of the vampire; tall, brunette, brooding like there was no tomorrow, barely smiles. And judging by how the man had presented himself to her, Jo had put a check on all those boxes of said alternatives. “Uh ― mum couldn’t make it, she’s dealing with a demon terrorist back at home, so I came instead.” Then, a quick glance around the halls. “Is Hope here?”

[sacredslaycdd]

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“ Okay, are you gonna spit it out or do you want me to read your mind? “ she lets out a heavy sigh, placing the book she’d been reading down with a loud thump. “ Well? You’ve been moody mcbroody since I got here and it’s getting real tiring. “ She pinches the bridge of her nose. “ If I remember rightly, you were the one who insisted on being in my life, you invited me here and now i’m here and what? you want me to go? Because just say it and i’m out of here. “

[thatslayer]

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                “So are we just gonna pretend you’re not waiting on Buffy to pick up the phone, or? Don’t let me kill your gloomy-ass Valentine’s buzz, Angel... but maybe you oughta make that first move? I mean, with everything that’s happened.”

[visiongal]

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"God! Could you be creepier? I thought you were over prowling around in the shadows?”

[normallyxstrange]

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     Demon bars were no strange thing to Kat. On Edaros, there were any number of them, all locally owned and demon operated, exclusively serving only a demonic clientele. The only humans allowed were those enslaved, to serve and clean. There was drinking, fighting, sacrifices—a great and terrible time for everyone. The demon bars on Earth were somewhat subdued. Still drinking and fighting, but less debauchery and murder. Any one of them suited as a hang-out.

      There was one particular demon club in L.A. that was a step above the rest. It was called Caritas and Kat loved it. It wasn’t the usual place. For one, the violence was absent. It had something to do with the magic surrounding the place. Powerful spells. She’d felt them the moment she stepped into the place. For another, humans could mingle among the demons and the vampires, in an atmosphere that was practically safe, or at the very least unintimidating. 

     That, of course, was helped by the fact anyone could take the stage and sing their heart out, no matter how guttural and awful the singing could be. Word had it that the green-skinned host could read a demon’s fortune just by hearing them sing. Something to do with auras.

      She could read auras too, and peer into souls—those that had them anyway—but she couldn’t tell the future. Probably for the best. A poor seer she’d make, being a soul-taker. The only thing she’d see would probably be death.

     The last vampire who climbed off the stage had an aura, like all others, somewhat murky though it was but no soul. She’d watched him as he walked by, then turned her attention elsewhere. There were many souls here tonight, so many auras mingling in a murky collective. Her eyes trailed the colors, sorting out the demons with souls and those without, ignoring the one group of vampires seated in the corner from whom the singer had emerged. No souls there, and therefore little interest, so she turned her head back to the stage and—

     He sat at one of the tables, dark eyes fixed on the stage. A vampire. And from him came the unmistakable glow of an aura, the colors bright and dancing around him. A soul. The vampire had a soul.

     How?

     It was pure curiosity that had Kat out of her seat to approach him. She was small, barely over five feet tall, dressed in a ratty hooded sweatshirt and muck-stained jeans—an unassuming figure with the distinctive scent of blood and death and power around her. The Shadows trailed the floor at her feet. When she reached his table, she stopped, peered right at him and asked, with no preamble, “How do you have a soul?”