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 Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 9:15 am
Willow seemed to shift character during her spell. Oz wanted so desperately to run away, but he knew better. He stayed sitting there, deciding it best to close his eyes. He could here her voice, so powerful, so determined. He tried hard to stay focused, but his mind scattered to another thought once more.
Willow did not want Oz to be Tara. Plain and simple. Her heart crumpled up like paper, never to be that same form once again. She loved Kennedy, Oz tried hard to convince himself of that. But the way she looked at Oz as Tara, looks that Oz wished to see once more for him, created doubts beyond comprehension. Was she with Kennedy just to not be alone? But Kennedy is alone right now.
Oz held on tightly to Willow’s hands. He waited for a sign, a signal, a word, anything to cue him that he was Oz again. But the weight upon his chest told him otherwise. He continued to hold on to Willow’s hands, hoping this would work so he may leave here. Hoping to journey elsewhere and forget of what once was.
But to journey out there would be dangerous. He was already attacked. They simply attacked him because they could smell the mark of the beast on him, making him one like his forefathers? Do they mean Satan’s mark? Why him anyway? He didn’t do anything to anyone. It did not make much sense, really.
Oz could not help but to lightly caress Willow’s hand with his finger. Once he realized what he was doing, Oz stopped.
"How much longer?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 9:35 am
Willow felt the change in the feel of the palm beneath hers. Where it had been soft and smooth, it became hard and strong and calloused. She felt his fingertips grazing her skin, and could sense the guitar playing callouses.
She blinked twice, and there he was.
Oz.
She was beyond happy.. unimaginably so, and leapt forward into the circle to press her lips firmly against his. She didn't think about what she was doing, it just felt right.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 9:51 am
"You bought me boots?" Dawn asked suddenly confused, was she talking to the other girl or her, she suddenly wondered. "Um" she really wasn't sure. "Were they for me?" Dawn asked stupidly.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 9:53 am
Phoenix snorted laughter.
"Yeah, we went shopping, me and Steph, and bought something for everyone, but no one was paying any ********' attention, so we put it all in the closet."
She finished loading the dishwasher, and began to make some coffee. Afternoon had faded, and dusk was coming on. She needed a pick-me-up.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 10:24 am
CONNOR CAME HOME FROM WORK, EAGER TO TELL THE GROUP ABOUT HIS BOSS AND CONNOR'S SUSPICIONS THAT HE WAS PURE UNDILUTED EVIL.
HE PARKED HIS NEWLY PAINTED BABY ON THE STREET, PRAYING FOR NO RAIN OR SNOW, AND WALKED DOWN THE LONG WALKWAY AND INTO THE HOUSE.
HE SAW BUFFY AND HIS FATHER. FINALLY.
"HEY DAD, HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN DAYS, MAN. THAT'S WHAT IT FEELS LIKE, ANYWAY. WHAT'S GOOD? I GOT A JOB... DID I TELL YOU THAT?"
THAT WAS A LOT. HE DIDN'T NORMALLY SPEAK SO MUCH, BUT CONNOR WAS EXCITED TO SEE HIS FATHER.
"HEY BUFFY, HOW'S IT HANGIN'?" CONNOR LAUGHED, THEN NOTICED THE ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL WOMEN SITTING DOWN, A LOOK OF SADNESS UPON HER FACE.
HE WAS DRAWN TO HER, AND STEPPED CLOSER, UNTIL HE WAS A FOOT AWAY, THEN LEANED DOWN, AND TRIED TO GRASP HER HAND TO SHAKE IT.
"I'M CONNOR-" HE BEGAN, WITH A HALF SMILE LIFTING THE RIGHT SIDE OF HIS MOUTH.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 10:26 am
Dawn rested her hand on her shoulder in a friendly manner "hey I'm sorry I guess its been quite crazy here" she nodded "I am really appreciative of such a gift though, want to come with me and see how they fit?" she asked with a grin.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 10:37 am
Once his words exit lips, something felt firmly against it. Oz quickly opened his eyes to find the friendly and caring Willow, embracing him and kissing him. His eyes closed in comfort as he returned the kiss. His arms locked around her, never wanting to let her go, wishing they could stay like this forever.
Images float in and out of his mind from years ago. Somehow the moment of locking lips with Willow seemed a lot tastier than he last remembered. His back met with the floor as Willow remained on top of him. Slowly, the lips parted. Her eyes painted a smile, a laughter, a moment that reminded him they had once belonged to one another.
“…Willow…”
Oz caressed her hair slowly. He couldn’t help but kiss her once more. He wanted to. He did.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 10:48 am
Her eyes quickly scouted the young man in front of her. That timid gaze once again bloomed about her as He said his name. As his hand slowly came close to greet hers, the lady’s level of discomfort drove her to rise from the couch, quickly walk to the other side, and throw a faint smile at him. Everything she did seemed so proper.
“…You seem…no…I mean, nice to meet you Connor.” Her emerald eyes pierced through once more as her lashes batted once or twice. She straightened her coat once again. Kept her from feeling…or doing…something awkward.
“You can call me…Hope.” Her smile returned with a warm air as her face pictured a certain glow. She tilted her head at Angel, back at Connor, then toward Miss Summer.
“I am sorry, I just…,” but she couldn’t finish her statement. Hope toyed with her hair for a bit before swinging it back behind her shoulders. Hope did not sit back on the couch as she peeked at Connor. She threw another smile at the young man.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 11:16 am
CONNOR WAS, QUITE SIMPLY, ENCHANTED.
SHE WAS LIKE A TIMID GODDESS, A SHY SERAPHIM.
"HOPE. BEAUTIFUL NAME. DO YOU NEED ANYTHING? A DRINK? ARE YOU HUNGRY?"
HE TURNED TO GLARE AT ANGEL AND BUFFY.
"YOU HAVEN'T OFFERED HER ANYTHING?"HE ASKED IN DISGUST.
HE FACED HOPE ONCE AGAIN, AND HE GESTURED TO THE CHAIR SHE HAD BEEN SITTING IN.
"DON'T GET UP ON ACCOUNT OF ME.... SIT DOWN, RELAX..."
HE FELT JUST HORRIBLE CAUSING HER ANY DISCOMFORT.
AND HE COULD NOT STOP LOOKING AT HER.
((You made me laugh. I had to make sure it wasn't too loud~but I love this. Tee hee!~Magalabuddy))
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 11:29 am
Hope’s attention sprouted back at Connor. She waited a bit before resuming her place on the couch once again.
“Thank you.” The soft voice once again throbbed of pink days and flowers. Her hands rested upon her knees.
“I do appreciate your hospitality, but I am fine…Connor is it?”
She tried to bring her attention back to Miss Summers, but the young man seemed to intrigue her a bit. How or why was beyond her frame of thought. She slowly turned to Connor once more, then glanced at Angel.
"I would not assume a man of 'your stature' would have a child, such as him."
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 1:13 pm
Angel was just about to reply to his son and commend him for his job and what was going on...when Conner turned away and began to talk to this new lady. Angel was stopped with his mouth hanging open, still looking at where his son used to be standing.
He turned and faced the woman and Conner now, watching him introduce himself. Who taught him those manners? It certainly wasn't Angel...Conner was being a little unusual lately compared to how he had always been before. He was...being nice to his father and getting along with people! Angel didn't want to jinx it, he loved how close he and his son were getting...
"Who, Conner?" Angel asked when Hope asked commented on his stature. "He's mine. Yes." Angel didn't like this lady already. He wasn't too sure who she was and what she was capable of, and having her under the same roof as his son...entrancing him in some way it seemed...wasn't at all comforting.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 2:26 pm
Buffy raised an eyebrow at Angel.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 4:12 pm
magalabuddy Once his words exit lips, something felt firmly against it. Oz quickly opened his eyes to find the friendly and caring Willow, embracing him and kissing him. His eyes closed in comfort as he returned the kiss. His arms locked around her, never wanting to let her go, wishing they could stay like this forever. Images float in and out of his mind from years ago. Somehow the moment of locking lips with Willow seemed a lot tastier than he last remembered. His back met with the floor as Willow remained on top of him. Slowly, the lips parted. Her eyes painted a smile, a laughter, a moment that reminded him they had once belonged to one another. “…Willow…”Oz caressed her hair slowly. He couldn’t help but kiss her once more. He wanted to. He did. They lay sprawled in the center of the pentacle. She wasn't sure if it was an aftereffect of the spell, or just that deep inside she'd always wanted Oz, but she wasn't about to complain about anything... She leaned up a bit, looked down into Oz's familiar eyes. Smiled that slow up and under smile that all women are capable of when they're with the man they love, gettin' all cozy. "We could move this over to the bed... It's right there.." she suggested, then leaned down to kiss him once more.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 4:30 pm
Agethia Atticus shouted out and cussed when the gun hit him, and he grabbed his neck to massage it as they pushed him along savagely. He didn't walk on his own, they actually had to pull him in there as he fought back.
He looked at the treadmill and then the doc as she clearly hinted for him to get on at his own will.
he said through gritted teeth. When she sighed and pulled something from her coat, Atticus' expression dropped with what he saw. He had been right. The DID have it. The gem that kept his body immortal and always healing...was in her hands now.
Atticus tried to rush her, but the assistants were way ahead of him and grabbed his arms, pulling him back and holding him tightly as he kicked and tried to punch them. When she toyed with the gem by throwing it in the air, Atticus' eyes went wide and he gasped as he watched her catch it again and put it in her pocket.
The mention of Andrew made Atticus stop fighting. Sure, he didn't know the little gay guy very well...and the thought of that kiss earlier made him shutter in disgust, but Andrew had helped him a few times already, and was close to what he could call a friend.
The 'henchmen' loosened their grip on Atticus and let go, seeing as how he was no longer fighting. Atticus stood there for a minute, debating to himself, and then, fighting against his own will, he walked up onto the treadmill, and let them conduct their little test.
He walked in quietly, and stood to the side, watching the creation fight and struggle.
He smiled grimly, taking no satisfaction in the fear in it's eyes, but with simple pride in the work they'd done.
However, Ms. Takadachi was taking things a bit far, and that didn't hold water with him. This was his project, and he'd tolerate no more nonsense from her. If his wife found out what was going on, she'd have his head. Sam didn't appreciate liberties being taken with the hybrids.
He entered the room fully, clearing his throat, and stared at Ms. Takadachi. After jerking his head to the side and holding out his hand in silent demand of the gem, he watched her approach, drop the gem in his wide palm, and then depart.
Walking toward the creature on the treadmill, he watched in silence.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 4:38 pm
Atticus heard someone else coming in the room, but didn't look back to see who it was. He didn't care anyways, they were all the same to him. When a man came into view beside him, Atticus continued to jog, staring at the front of the treadmill, trying not to look up at the man.
When he just kept staring at Atticus, he had to make a remark...
"Take a damn picture." he breathed out as he ran. "'Cause I don't like guys staring at me so thoroughly, if you know what I mean..."
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