TM 212 - A fly on the wall
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prodigalwatcher212 - What event do you wish you could have been a "fly on the wall" for?
Everyone in Los Angeles had their theories, and I'm sure everyone in Sunnydale was equally as curious and suppositious as we were. In the end, neither of the parties involved were inclined to describe the encounter with anything further than the single word "intense". It didn't stop any of us from wondering, though.
It certainly didn't stop some of us from voicing some of those thoughts, either. Perhaps at the next party, Cordelia and I will stage a revival of Buffy and Angel: the Reunion, a two-person drama that met with such rave reviews in its first and only performance.
There are certain forces of nature, certain truths that are and may always be utter and unassailable fact. And there are certain tales which cannot help but be epic and overwrought and, yes, intense no matter what the circumstances that surround these stories. The combination of Angel and one Buffy Summers is, indeed, both of those things.
We had seen how despondent Angel had become after learning of Buffy's demise when we returned from Pylea. The intervening months passed nervously-- quickly in some ways, and dreadfully slow in others. After receiving the news that Buffy had been resurrected, the alacrity with which Angel went to meet her again did spur some hope in us that his spirits would be heightened (not too highly, of course).
Instead, the vampire returned in a state I could only most accurately describe as shell-shocked. Beyond the one word, he made it clear that it was a subject not to be broached, and the rest of us respected those wishes. But there was speculating.
Angel had met Buffy somewhere between Los Angeles and Sunnydale. For those not familiar with Southern California, there is a small town known as Oxnard along the US101 freeway, and in that town is a Denny's which seems to very nearly be the topographic centrepoint between the two locations. We conjured images of the two paramours, huddled in some vinyl-benched booth over untouched mugs of overly strong coffee, speaking in hushed tones.
It is a near certainty that no one save for Buffy and Angel themselves will ever know what truly transpired at that rendezvous, but the debate goes on.
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Everyone in Los Angeles had their theories, and I'm sure everyone in Sunnydale was equally as curious and suppositious as we were. In the end, neither of the parties involved were inclined to describe the encounter with anything further than the single word "intense". It didn't stop any of us from wondering, though.
It certainly didn't stop some of us from voicing some of those thoughts, either. Perhaps at the next party, Cordelia and I will stage a revival of Buffy and Angel: the Reunion, a two-person drama that met with such rave reviews in its first and only performance.
There are certain forces of nature, certain truths that are and may always be utter and unassailable fact. And there are certain tales which cannot help but be epic and overwrought and, yes, intense no matter what the circumstances that surround these stories. The combination of Angel and one Buffy Summers is, indeed, both of those things.
We had seen how despondent Angel had become after learning of Buffy's demise when we returned from Pylea. The intervening months passed nervously-- quickly in some ways, and dreadfully slow in others. After receiving the news that Buffy had been resurrected, the alacrity with which Angel went to meet her again did spur some hope in us that his spirits would be heightened (not too highly, of course).
Instead, the vampire returned in a state I could only most accurately describe as shell-shocked. Beyond the one word, he made it clear that it was a subject not to be broached, and the rest of us respected those wishes. But there was speculating.
Angel had met Buffy somewhere between Los Angeles and Sunnydale. For those not familiar with Southern California, there is a small town known as Oxnard along the US101 freeway, and in that town is a Denny's which seems to very nearly be the topographic centrepoint between the two locations. We conjured images of the two paramours, huddled in some vinyl-benched booth over untouched mugs of overly strong coffee, speaking in hushed tones.
It is a near certainty that no one save for Buffy and Angel themselves will ever know what truly transpired at that rendezvous, but the debate goes on.
(370)
