Cordelia watched him go. Without thinking she touched her fingers to her mouth. She always knew that she was attracted to Angel. At first, it was all based on the physical, and after that, she realised what kind of person he was beneath all the dark colours and brooding. But she never acted on it like how she did back when she had a thing for Wesley and his two word surname and British accent. He was off limits - what with being all about Buffy - and he was her best friend. She didn't want to lose that for a possible twenty second fling.
It wasn't exactly a secret that she'd competed, rather pathetically, for Angel back in high school. He was tall, dark and incredibly handsome - and back then, he'd been so hopelessly in love or like or whatever their relationship was with Buffy. Part of her had done it to rile up Buffy, and another had done it because she was genuinely interested in him. Pre-Angelus; that's when she finally realised he was so off the table.
Working with him now, in L.A., made her realise that she knew what she felt for him was friendship and incrediblly powerful - what she deemed as platonic - love. She'd never felt so protective over anyone before, and it's why, when Angel decided Darla's resurrection as a human and vampire was more important than helping the actual helpless, it hurt so much when he left.
She was nose-deep in the river of denial when it came to that little something more. Cordelia hailed from a time when Angel had mourn the loss of his one true love and was most likely still hooked on her after her miraculous resurrection. All she knew was that Angel and Buffy were it. It was going to take a while for that to go away for Cordelia, despite how the relationship between Buffy and Angel was here.
This entire thing was beyond her element. The points in time where people hailed from made it all the more difficult to know where to put her feet. She didn't even know if Angel felt anything other than friendship and, what she supposed was, Championship for her.
She was so glad when he returned because that meant she could push all the inner monologue into the deepest part of her mind and hopefully forget about it. Cordelia took the flute and downed it all at once in the best lady-like way possible. "Thanks." She really did try her best to look him in the eye, but with what she was feeling - which was all kinds of confused and incredibly awkward - she found herself being very un-Cordelialike and looked away. "Some party, huh?"
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It wasn't exactly a secret that she'd competed, rather pathetically, for Angel back in high school. He was tall, dark and incredibly handsome - and back then, he'd been so hopelessly in love or like or whatever their relationship was with Buffy. Part of her had done it to rile up Buffy, and another had done it because she was genuinely interested in him. Pre-Angelus; that's when she finally realised he was so off the table.
Working with him now, in L.A., made her realise that she knew what she felt for him was friendship and incrediblly powerful - what she deemed as platonic - love. She'd never felt so protective over anyone before, and it's why, when Angel decided Darla's resurrection as a human and vampire was more important than helping the actual helpless, it hurt so much when he left.
She was nose-deep in the river of denial when it came to that little something more. Cordelia hailed from a time when Angel had mourn the loss of his one true love and was most likely still hooked on her after her miraculous resurrection. All she knew was that Angel and Buffy were it. It was going to take a while for that to go away for Cordelia, despite how the relationship between Buffy and Angel was here.
This entire thing was beyond her element. The points in time where people hailed from made it all the more difficult to know where to put her feet. She didn't even know if Angel felt anything other than friendship and, what she supposed was, Championship for her.
She was so glad when he returned because that meant she could push all the inner monologue into the deepest part of her mind and hopefully forget about it. Cordelia took the flute and downed it all at once in the best lady-like way possible. "Thanks." She really did try her best to look him in the eye, but with what she was feeling - which was all kinds of confused and incredibly awkward - she found herself being very un-Cordelialike and looked away. "Some party, huh?"