[ despite her personality, Angel isn't that surprised that it hasn't been that hard for Buffy to be designated a submissive, and all that it entails. despite being the slayer, she's used to being told what to do, who to go after. she puts her own creative flair on things, but when she wants to buck authority, she knows how to do it without getting in trouble; like that time she was grounded, and they made out at her window, not technically breaking the rules. (which is awkward not only remembering back then, but also that Buffy goes on to comment that it's like being grounded.) ]
It's mine. [ he says it calmly, if sadly, and holds her gaze, hoping she can see that he knows, understands the position he's put them in.
surprisingly - or maybe not - at the mention of a ring letting him go out in the daylight, Angel's first thought isn't the ring of amara. instead, it's walking along a pier, approaching Buffy, embracing her, leaning down...
the deep, unnecessary breath he takes to banish that memory is shaky, and he has to look down, fidgeting a little with his fingers until he can get ahold of himself. it's only then that he remembers the ring of amara, and destroying it so others wouldn't come after him for it. when he looks up, his expression is slightly worried. ]
I know there are different kinds of vampires around here--this thing just lets me walk in the sun? It doesn't--make me invincible, or anything, right? Nobody's gonna come after me to try and steal it?
[ he also remembers what he told Doyle - another wrenching ache in his chest - that people in the daylight already had the whole world out there to save them; he was there to protect the people others forgot, in the dark.
but there's nobody here to protect. no mission, no helping the hopeless. they're all hopeless, here, and nobody's going to help them except themselves. the city really is set up perfectly, if it's looking for selfishness and depravity. ]
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It's mine. [ he says it calmly, if sadly, and holds her gaze, hoping she can see that he knows, understands the position he's put them in.
surprisingly - or maybe not - at the mention of a ring letting him go out in the daylight, Angel's first thought isn't the ring of amara. instead, it's walking along a pier, approaching Buffy, embracing her, leaning down...
the deep, unnecessary breath he takes to banish that memory is shaky, and he has to look down, fidgeting a little with his fingers until he can get ahold of himself. it's only then that he remembers the ring of amara, and destroying it so others wouldn't come after him for it. when he looks up, his expression is slightly worried. ]
I know there are different kinds of vampires around here--this thing just lets me walk in the sun? It doesn't--make me invincible, or anything, right? Nobody's gonna come after me to try and steal it?
[ he also remembers what he told Doyle - another wrenching ache in his chest - that people in the daylight already had the whole world out there to save them; he was there to protect the people others forgot, in the dark.
but there's nobody here to protect. no mission, no helping the hopeless. they're all hopeless, here, and nobody's going to help them except themselves. the city really is set up perfectly, if it's looking for selfishness and depravity. ]