SUMMARY: Doyle talks about his love
SPOILER: S4 rumours
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just email me & lmk where it's going - I like seeing my
name in print =)
FEEDBACK: Please, I'd hate to have to Slay for it. =P
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, Joss Whedon does. If he ever
decides to give them to me, that would be nice. =)
From the first moment I saw her, I thought she was beautiful. The long black hair, tousled just enough that even straight, it had a great fullness about it. She flips it over her face and smiles through it, this amazing smile. Her sexy teeth shining through those perfect red lips.
If I didn't know a manly guy named Angel, that would be the way I refer to her. She's almost Goddess-like though. The look of an Angel, the secrecy of the Devil, the passion of Venus DeMilo. Cordelia has it all, and then some.
Cordelia - I'd call her Sweetness but I can tell she'd slap me - walks around like she owns this place. It's cute really, she seems to possess the world and yet she's flat broke, according to Angel. I like a woman in need that refuses to admit it.
"Angel!" I hear her yell from the next room. "Help!"
"What is it now?" he's trying to remain calm, but I can tell she's annoyed. He leaves and I sigh. Why doesn't she just call 'Doyle!!!' now and then? I'll aid her in *any* way she requests.
"I can't use this mouse," she complains. "My nails wanna catch on it and break."
I watch Angel try to keep his human face as he hooks a new mouse up for her. I'm beginning to think 'Princess' is the word for her. Doyle's Princess. Yep, sounds good.