The end's not near, it's here

[whattingawhat]

Wait!
Just one more time
To look into your eyes sublime
Just one more time

Hush!
Just one more kiss
To end a romance full of bliss
Just one more kiss

Hush!
Just one more night
To love you and hold you tight
Just one more night

Wait!
Just one more word
To tell you, you were my world
Please just one more word.

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[whattingawhat]

She holds her breath a little when he takes her hand, choosing to watch him rather than what he's doing. She exhales when he slides the knife across her skin. Pain is something that Buffy learned how to deal with a long time ago so she doesn't even wince.

She does as he asks, letting the blood drop into the vile, still watching him. This Angel is still a mystery to her. He's something straight out of her daydreams and despite the fact that he's been here and human for a while, it's still hard not to stare at him.

[chuisle]

The staring isn't exactly comforting, but he's growing used to it. Of course she's staring, even though there's hardly anything different to be scene beyond the glamour's faux vampire visage. The sun/moon situation in hell meant that he was still as pale as ever, the sun's rays affected by the presence of the moon, and most of his battle scars have faded thanks to the magic he used upon himself.

Magic that he was about to use on Dawn.

"That should do it." He holds the vile steady between his knees while he reaches for a strip of gauze, urging her fingers to open so he can press it against the slash across her palm. "I'll let you know if I need more."

He shouldn't, though. Instructions are easy to follow and Angel's gotten really good at following magical instructions these past few months. As long as he follows them to a T, this spell should go off without a hitch.

Angel caps the vile and adds it to the pile of things he needs in order to pull this binding spell off.

[whattingawhat]

Nothing different to see, but something entirely different none the less. She knows he's human now and that does make all the difference.

She opens her fingers easily, allowed him to put pressure on the wound. It'll heal quickly enough, not immediately, of course, but enough that she's not bothered by it.

"Okay. Thank you. A million times again. I don't know if--she's everything to me."

And somehow, she knows that Angel gets that because of Connor. They both have someone created from parts of them that mean more than the world.

[chuisle]

"Don't thank me just yet," he tells her.

There's still a complex spell to be performed, something he doesn't necessarily have the right mojo to do. It's risky, and being coated in as many layers of glamour as he is, it's even riskier, but he's willing to take the chance. Because someone has to, because someone ought to. None of this is Dawn's fault. The monks gave her sentience and she doesn't deserve to have that sentience ripped away from her, shouldn't be reduced to a mass of swirling, lifeless energy. If he can stop that, then he's going to do something about it.

He's lost too many people he cared about to see someone he loved lose someone they love, too. Especially to something like this.

"I know. I get it." Because of Connor. She knows now what he did for his son, so yeah. He gets it.