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Sep. 5th, 2014 02:39 pmvisiongirlIt's been a few months now since Cordelia first arrived here in the hotel. Things have eased up a little, after that rather public argument of theirs he did give her more space, which she's appreciated. It's given her time to adjust to life in the hotel, to occasionally branch out and talk to other people.
Not that she doesn't still spend a lot of time with him anyway, because she does. In all this time neither one of them have even suggested the idea of her getting her own room -- or at least her own bed. He still sleeps on the fold out sometimes but it's not that uncommon for them to end up asleep in the same bed.
Or he sleeps, anyway. Months later and Cordelia still has trouble sleeping. Maybe it's because after being in a coma so long, after dying in one there's an irrational fear that if she falls asleep she might not wake up.
Which is why she's lying here in the dark, staring at the ceiling and thinking about things a little too much. She's not the brooder of the two of them, preferring to live in the moment then the past but sometimes it's easier not to. It's easier to not think about how they shouldn't let whatever is going on here end up in their long list of missed opportunities. To just indulge the irrational fear that if actually talks to the man she loves about things she'd probably just end up disappearing again.
He had once suggested that maybe they were supposed to miss their moment -- but Cordelia rejects that idea. She has problems with the idea of thinking it was all up to fate or how things were "supposed" to be -- like their choices don't even matter. Because they do. Skip might of taken all the credit for how her life shaped out, how it was all supposedly manipulated so Jasmine could hijack her but she refuses to give them that much credit. To believe that their choices, what they want or feel don't matter. It does.
"Angel?" She calls out quietly, as if testing to see if he's fallen asleep yet. It's a little strange, sometimes, that they have the same sleep schedules now. Or at least they do in theory with him being human and all.
Not that she doesn't still spend a lot of time with him anyway, because she does. In all this time neither one of them have even suggested the idea of her getting her own room -- or at least her own bed. He still sleeps on the fold out sometimes but it's not that uncommon for them to end up asleep in the same bed.
Or he sleeps, anyway. Months later and Cordelia still has trouble sleeping. Maybe it's because after being in a coma so long, after dying in one there's an irrational fear that if she falls asleep she might not wake up.
Which is why she's lying here in the dark, staring at the ceiling and thinking about things a little too much. She's not the brooder of the two of them, preferring to live in the moment then the past but sometimes it's easier not to. It's easier to not think about how they shouldn't let whatever is going on here end up in their long list of missed opportunities. To just indulge the irrational fear that if actually talks to the man she loves about things she'd probably just end up disappearing again.
He had once suggested that maybe they were supposed to miss their moment -- but Cordelia rejects that idea. She has problems with the idea of thinking it was all up to fate or how things were "supposed" to be -- like their choices don't even matter. Because they do. Skip might of taken all the credit for how her life shaped out, how it was all supposedly manipulated so Jasmine could hijack her but she refuses to give them that much credit. To believe that their choices, what they want or feel don't matter. It does.
"Angel?" She calls out quietly, as if testing to see if he's fallen asleep yet. It's a little strange, sometimes, that they have the same sleep schedules now. Or at least they do in theory with him being human and all.
