so, is anyone here besides @overallsandcrayons familiar with xena: warrior princess? i figured i’d ask here since btvs is from the same era, but i just added xena and gabrielle to my muses over on my multi, and really want to do more stuff with them if anyone’s interested!
“…no.”For a moment or two, Willow thought about possibly trying to lie her way out of the conversation, even though she knew on a core level that it wouldn’t work. Lying had never been one of her finer strengths, and she didn’t see any reason why now would be any different. Sighing, she finally shook her head, before easily setting herself down into a nearby chair.
“…it’s Tara’s birthday…” She said, her lost love’s name escaping her lips in an entirely broken tone.
“Oh.” Now, Willow’s entire demeanor made sense. Too muchsense, actually. Though Tara had always been one of Cordelia’s favorite people in Buffy’s little gang, and though there was a dark, gaping CHASM of loss any time any of them even mentioned the witch’s name, she still had yet to be cut as deeply by loss in her life as WIllow had. After all, had it been Buffy they’d lost that day…
For once, even Cordelia Chase was at a loss for words. The last thing Willow needed right now was another EMPTY apology, but they were both far too tired to dredge up the past. Sitting beside the redhead, she allowed her hand to rest on the other woman’s knee, the small gesture of comfort giving her a moment to gather her thoughts before blurting, “Well – how old would she be today?” Whether that was the right approach or not, Cordelia had no idea – but they’d find out soon enough, and hopefully not at her own expense.
Buffy grinned right back at her, she
couldn’t help it. Cordelia’s smile was infectious. “There’s
little higher praise from Cordelia Chase.” She said, “Plus you
know, I totally just think to myself, what would Cordy do? Or
in some instances what would Martha do? But that’s usually
just if I have the hot glue gun out.”
“I just hope you don’t ask yourself both at the same time,” Cordelia comments, nose wrinkling at the prospect. Once the last of the twinkling string of lights settles in between prickly evergreens, she twirls back around to face the blonde, expression smoothing out once more as hazel meets familiar green. “Because the last thing I want is to be compared by my girlfriend to the woman who’s really only known for totally unhealthy food ANDstock exchange fraud.”
“Hey– uh–” Eyebrows pull together, knitting, while a deep crease etches itself across her forehead and her nose scrunches. She’s drawing a blank on the name. She knows this face, and actually the name is sitting right there on the tip of her tongue. She just– can’t– “–Cordelia.” There it is. “I know this is sort of last minute but uh– I need a place to uh– ya know.” She hates talking about it, hates even acknowledging her alter ego. “Somehow the cops found my cage and there’s a bunch of police tape around the entire thing and– it isn’t safe. At least not for tonight. I’m desperate.” She almost tacks on the word ‘please.’ Almost.
“Spencer.” Tanned arms cross over an ample chest, cautious eyes meeting pleading ones with only a hint of congeniality shining through. But as always, Cordelia’s a sucker for a demon is distress ( worryingly so, actually ), so the facade lasts for but a moment longer before she sighs and leans over, fingers snagging a key ring from Angel’s desk drawer. Sure, she’s totally making an EXECUTIVE DECISION here, but really? The last thing any of them need to deal with is a werewolf on the loose, herself included.
“Fine; follow me.” the brunette orders before turning away. Thin heels clack against cool tile as she makes her way to the basement, not even glancing back once to make sure the lycanthrope had followed. “But Angel better know that the SECOND he gets back, I’m going home – no way am I gonna be on babysitting duty all night! Besides, risking becoming wolf chow before I’m even twenty-one? So not an appealing option.”
