True Confessions: Someday Late afternoon sunlight slanted through the tall windows of the Hyperion, turning the lobby a soft, lazy gold. It had been one of those rare, blessedly quiet days—no visions, no clients, no apocalypse knocking on the door. Cordelia was stretched out on the red couch, head resting against Angel’s shoulder, his arm draped loosely around her, fingers idly tracing patterns on her upper arm. It had become their spot. Their quiet place. The honesty pact had turned these stolen moments into something neither of them could walk… Read more 14: Someday →
True Confessions: The Perfect Day Late afternoon sunlight slanted through the tall windows of the Hyperion, turning the lobby a soft, lazy gold. It had been one of those rare, blessedly quiet days—no visions, no clients, no apocalypse knocking on the door. Cordelia was stretched out on the red couch, head on a throw pillow, one foot resting in Angel’s lap while he absently rubbed the arch with his thumb. The simple touch had become normal somewhere between the honesty pact and the almost-kisses, and neither of them commented on… Read more 12: The Perfect Day →
True Confessions: The Vision I Never Told You About The Hyperion lobby was unusually quiet. Wesley sat at his desk, glasses perched on his nose, muttering over some ancient text and completely oblivious to anything that wasn’t written in dead languages. The latest client was running late, the others were out on a supply run, and rain from the night before still dripped from the eaves outside. Cordelia was sprawled sideways on the red couch, flipping through the latest issue of Cosmo. Angel had finished his book twenty minutes ago… Read more 7: The Vision… →
True Confessions: The Almost-Kiss The Hyperion lobby was quiet except for the soft tick of the old clock and the occasional creak of leather as Angel shifted on the red couch. They’d made it back in one piece—barely. A Raskthor demon had nearly taken Cordelia’s head off with one swipe of its claws. Angel had gotten there just in time, tackling her out of the way and taking the hit himself. Now a shallow gash ran across his ribs, already healing, but the adrenaline still crackled between them like static.… Read more 5: The Almost Kiss →
Darkness and Daylight 