Because

08/10/2011

I don’t want to ask myself why; I don’t want to know the answer—but if I didn’t come back wrong, what the hell am I doing?


An Evening at the Gallery

08/10/2011

It’s worse than the candy.


Watching Our Decay

08/10/2011

The man doesn’t even look the same. None of that yielding need that made Gunn want to keep him safe. Nah, this man looks like the sort mommas warn you about.


Upside Down

08/10/2011

Lilah looked at the address she’d written down. She could make it there in fifteen minutes, ten if she didn’t miss any lights. That left her plenty of time to get ready.


Until the End of the World (You Ungrateful Bloodsucking Bastard)

08/10/2011

Oh yes, he will be mine…


Undone

08/10/2011

“But, whatever. Yeah. You look nice. For you.”

Doyle grins at the almost compliment. “Think I should bill Angel?”


Unmade

08/10/2011

The sharpened pieces of wood inside his coat sleeves weigh his arms down like lead or guilt.


Ten Tips for Getting Your Man to Commit

08/10/2011

Wesley confesses about four girly drinks into the night, and Gunn’s glad they left Cordelia behind this time, because one mopey woman giving off the just-been-dumped vibe’s enough for him.


Song From the Wrong Side of Town

08/10/2011

One shape’s kinda tall, kinda skinny, kinda Wesley. The other one has his back to her, but she figures it’s Angel.


Salt

08/10/2011

He can taste his blood mixed with rain water mixed with sweat.