023: [ visual ] / [ location: Hyperion Hotel ] Before I come undone

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

No, no, no -

"No!"

Cordelia wakes up with a start, sitting upright on her bed with her hands clutching her blanket like a lifeline. For several moments she looks around her in alarm, wondering where the hell she is and where the others are, wondering if this is another one of those times she unfortunately opened her eyes only to be sliced and diced again and--

Then she rests her head on her hands, and breathes. It's over now. It's over and done with and they're all safe but the images are still burned in her brain, like a vision that's been put on eternal loop.

Slowly - mindful of the pains that plague her - Cordelia gets out of bed. She looks down at herself, sees the numerous bandages that are wrapped around her body, and sighs.

And here she thought she'd be safe in Taxon. Pfft.

She gets up, and walks over to the mirror. Cordelia looks at her reflection, and bites her lip.

God.

"Mummy girl much?" she whispers.

[ ooc: backdated to a day after the horrors. ]

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[ location: cordelia's room ]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

"Right, because you being all quiet until I chucked that book at you didn't freak me out at all. Oh, no sirree it didn't." Cordelia shakes her head. "You do realize that you're allowed to freak out sometimes, don't you? I mean... you don't have to bottle everything up, Angel. Not when you're with me."

They really are opposites in every way. She usually becomes more talkative when she's scared, while he clams up. Weird.

[ location: cordelia's room ]

[undoing.livejournal.com]

"I didn't open up at first, because I was afraid that if I did I'd go all..." It's only for a lack of a better way of saying this does he use Faith's phrasing. "Rock star on the place." Which he means what he did to his room after Angelus in his self-destructive way of mocking his own desire for order and cleanliness by making a mess of things out of some subconscious desire to make himself feel worse, because he feels he deserves it.

[ location: cordelia's room ]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

There's something weird about hearing Angel say those words. "...rock star on the place." Then she snorts, because... really, Angel. What. "Please. Like you could."

[ location: cordelia's room ]

[undoing.livejournal.com]

Angel sighs. "Note to self: Stop trying to use Faith's words." He takes her hand. "You know what I mean, though. You didn't me getting too intense."

[ location: cordelia's room ]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. You can't make them as cool as she can." Did she just say that Faith is cool? ...huh.

Cordelia squeezes his hand. "Okay, so maybe I don't need you to be intense, even though it's, like, your middle name," she says. "Right now? I need you to be all soft and cuddly. Can you do that?"

[ location: cordelia's room ]

[undoing.livejournal.com]

...did she just say that Faith was cool? It was pleasing to hear something positive from the seer in regards to the Slayer, even if Angel was still a bit cross with her over the whole Eric and Godric incident that was more about the biting than it was about the publicized post-sex. Again, neither here nor there.

"I can definitely do that," he assures her and scoots back onto the bed. Angel rests his back against the headboard and holds an arm open in welcome.

[ location: cordelia's room ]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

What? She can say nice things about Faith. Granted, the two of them haven't spoken in forever, but Cordelia certainly can't - and won't - forget about the things the Slayer did for them, during Angelus's reign in LA.

She grins and follows him onto the bed, using his chest as a pillow and placing her arm over his waist, effectively hugging him to her.

"Hmm," Cordelia says, sighing contentedly. "This is nice." And for once, her wounds aren't throbbing in retaliation, and she can focus on something else other than the ugly, ugly pictures in her head.