16690/A Long Time Coming

A Long Time Coming
Date of Scene:	28 January 2025
Location:	Lobby, Hyperion Hotel
Synopsis:	Part 1 of the Dark Willow and Angel Scene.
Cast of Characters:	Angel, Willow Rosenberg

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Angel has posed:
Angel was brooding. It was sunset outside. Cold and dreary, with rain even at this time of year. His face was cold and dispassionate, as though he was deep in thought.

He was wearing the dark clothes he always did, his long, black overcoat covering the dark leather pants and black silk shirt.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow had debated visiting Angel. In the end she felt certain that he had heard about the Dark Willow fiasco, and it might be better to visit him, rather than the other way around. Having the upper hand so to speak.

Still she wisheed and washeed her day away, and suddenly it was dusk. Some of her upper hand was quickly going away. The only thing she was guaranteed was leaving the visit if things became not to her liking.

Standing outside the Hyperion, she knocked lightly. "Anybody home?"

Angel has posed:
It took several moments before Angel came back to the "land of the living". It was Willow. Her voice struck a chord in his soul, and he almost smiled. With movements that never made a sound, he was at the door. Leaning forward, his hand brushed the door, and he slowly pulled it open.

Looking at the women in the cold and the rain, Angel simply said. "Yes. Come in." Turning back into the room, he waited for Willow to come inside.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
She didn't need to be invited twice. Afterall /she/ wasn't a vampire. And Angel was certainly safer than Dracula. She's gone into Dracula's home. (Whatever came over her to do that? To make it worse she stood her ground and argued with him, and denied him her throat!)

"I don't have cookies this time - sorry. You're looking fine. Even your brooding face looks happier." As Willow entered in, "Have you some time? I figured you would want to see what Dark Willow did to me, and where I stood." Nothing like stating the obvious.

Angel has posed:
Angel looked back over his shoulder, and his eyes...glinted. "Cookies. Too bad. I liked your cookies." His voice was almost warm for Willow. "Thank you. I bought a new shirt." He moved his overcoat open to show it off. "On sale of course."

"Of course I have time! Willow, anytime you need me, I'll be there. You can count on one hand how many mortals I have time for, and you are counted amongst them! Please, come in. Can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee? Hot chocolate?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"I've been terribly busy, and I gave away the last of my current batch of cookies at the Watchtower. I could whip up a new batch and deliver it? Say the day after tomorrow?"

That he likes her cookies makes her smile. "Hot chocolate please. It's cold and damn outside. It was a horrible weekend. Well, in the small hours of Monday. I'd call it Sunday night, after all, I was still on my shift!"

When she hears about his shirt, on sale, she is impressed. "Maybe I should look over there. My clothes are beginning to wear out." Or, in this case, she's had a minute shift in her tastes. Sure she still looks flowy skirts and Birkenstock, but she needs a change. A little one, with the occasional vavavoom for it she felt it.

Gol darnit, Dark Willow!

Angel has posed:
Angel laughs, and says, "It is okay Willow. I appreciate the thought. Thank you. It is good to see you." Angel looks Willow in the eyes, letting her know he meant it. "So. Dark Willow. I was wondering if that was going to happen."

Angel moves behind the desk, and turns the hot water on. He had gotten used to using the devices there after being taught by Wesley. He decides to make them BOTH hot chocolate. Ah memories.

"If you need help with your wardrobe..." reading her mind "...I know that Fred would love to help." Marshmellows. Whipped creme from the mini fridge. Cherry on top. Ah.

Handing Willow the mug of hot chocolate, he keeps one mug for himself. Holding it up he says, "To old friendships."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow raises her mug, "To old friendships." Then she holds her mug two-handed. "I would love for Fred to take me shopping! Did you know I was accepted into my Doctorial degree? At the best he could help to juje up my wardrobe."

She sighs, then. "Yeah. Dark Willow. But you aren't surprised?"

Angel has posed:
"That is great news Willow. Congratulations. Dr. Willow sounds good." Angel takes a sip of his hot chocolate, and mucnhes on the marshmellow. It didn't taste as good as he remembered from when he was mortal.

Angel pauses, a long moment. "I am not surprised. ARe you?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow beams. "I still can't believe it! And yet the Scoobies will probably treat me just the same." Which makes her sigh.

"When I look back? Sure. It makes sense. All these bits and pieces edges me along so there wasn't any way to avoid it. I'm a little bit scared though. When I said the Scoobies will treat me the same, I mean, they still think I am Willow who needs protecting, and a pat on the back. I mean, Buffy had to change - she met Dark Willow. I will make glyphs and wards and info, just I am so much more than that."

Blowing on her hot chocolate, she sighs. "Harry said I was powerful. But he didn't realize how powerful I am. With Dark Willow absorbed into my psyche.."She gestures with one hand to encompass the vast power she has."