[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.2;"]cat arrives , then michael. it's no surprise, as any other time one or the other would welcome a newcomer , but angel can't help but feel annoyed , awkward even. although she'd loved peaches , almost like a sister she could go as far to say , peaches was– like a lot of things were– a commemoration of her past. by revisiting this part of herself she'd risk having to tell peaches the truth. one that included getting her ass kicked in the place that she and kim used to make love and ultimately , have her throat slit , being half buried in a shallow grave kim and her henchmen were too impatient to finish.
peaches she wasn't supposed to go on an extravagant quest to find her , wasn't supposed to find her , and she sure as hell wasn't supposed to join.
her response to peaches looks rather pathetic. as the other pulls her into a hug, for a heartbeat angel falls completely rigid as if it were a stranger rather than a close friend of a few months. eventually she does so , but the energy isn't returned in comparison to peaches , who is bursting at the seams in her on excitement. angel tries to smile , but it obviously doesn't reach her eyes. it's as awkward as she feels , as she stands there , watching peaches rejoice rather obliviously. angel isn't surprised , as quite often she's like this , but around angel she's learning to be more aware. being around kim must have slightly recanted that , but as long as she's with the gang it's not as if it matters. most of them , at least those on kim's side , are too shallow to notice.
peaches is conditioned to fear men , that they were out to get her. angel herself followed the ideology , without 100% believing in the torture. michael stood there , strong and intimidating– and he sure as hell could be– along with cat who isn't a man though it was easy to misgender them at first glance. peaches wouldn't be able to tell the difference. angel turns to them , almost defeatedly , wondering how she might address the situation as peaches introduces herself. that's until the other raises the question in joining and almost immediately she shakes her head , gaze returning to peaches , disbelieving smile quirking the side of her mouth.
[color=#990000]"no absolutely not." the badlands would eat her alive. angel could try to protect her , but with the responsibilities and the population of the badlands , there was only so much she could do. cat may have had trust in their men , but angel was still learning to put her trust even into michael. she doesn't know what their soldiers would do with a pretty and naivè girls such as peaches. "you're going back to the girls no wait–" she'd mentioned it plenty times before, a recycled idea that she'd mentioned ever since she'd learned of peaches' origin. "go home , peaches. you are good to get away from kim but please , don't come back here. you have parents who love you , can provide for you. i can't give that to you here." harsh ? maybe. but she hopes that it'd be peaches' wakeup call. angel liked to imagine the things she did for those she cared about , was for a definite reason. sure she was a bitch , but to those she cared about , it was with every inch of her being.
peaches she wasn't supposed to go on an extravagant quest to find her , wasn't supposed to find her , and she sure as hell wasn't supposed to join.
her response to peaches looks rather pathetic. as the other pulls her into a hug, for a heartbeat angel falls completely rigid as if it were a stranger rather than a close friend of a few months. eventually she does so , but the energy isn't returned in comparison to peaches , who is bursting at the seams in her on excitement. angel tries to smile , but it obviously doesn't reach her eyes. it's as awkward as she feels , as she stands there , watching peaches rejoice rather obliviously. angel isn't surprised , as quite often she's like this , but around angel she's learning to be more aware. being around kim must have slightly recanted that , but as long as she's with the gang it's not as if it matters. most of them , at least those on kim's side , are too shallow to notice.
peaches is conditioned to fear men , that they were out to get her. angel herself followed the ideology , without 100% believing in the torture. michael stood there , strong and intimidating– and he sure as hell could be– along with cat who isn't a man though it was easy to misgender them at first glance. peaches wouldn't be able to tell the difference. angel turns to them , almost defeatedly , wondering how she might address the situation as peaches introduces herself. that's until the other raises the question in joining and almost immediately she shakes her head , gaze returning to peaches , disbelieving smile quirking the side of her mouth.
[color=#990000]"no absolutely not." the badlands would eat her alive. angel could try to protect her , but with the responsibilities and the population of the badlands , there was only so much she could do. cat may have had trust in their men , but angel was still learning to put her trust even into michael. she doesn't know what their soldiers would do with a pretty and naivè girls such as peaches. "you're going back to the girls no wait–" she'd mentioned it plenty times before, a recycled idea that she'd mentioned ever since she'd learned of peaches' origin. "go home , peaches. you are good to get away from kim but please , don't come back here. you have parents who love you , can provide for you. i can't give that to you here." harsh ? maybe. but she hopes that it'd be peaches' wakeup call. angel liked to imagine the things she did for those she cared about , was for a definite reason. sure she was a bitch , but to those she cared about , it was with every inch of her being.
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