If Angel's moment of perfect happiness was with Buffy what would happen when he tasted frozen yogurt?
He lay there in his apartment. The bed smelled like her, like vanilla. He honestly couldn't believe that he had lost his soul. He had realized that she had caused it. She had caused him to experience perfect bliss. He could feel her close by, she was looking for him. He didn't know what he felt right now. Even without his soul making him feel guilt telling him it was wrong to kill, he didn't want to. He didn't wanna kill anyone. What he wanted he did not know.
She walked in. She had been crying, he could tell. She realized he was there lying in bed. The sheets were tangled just as they had been when she had left. Neither spoke she just walked over and curled herself into his arms, which he allowed. They lay there in silence for a half hour or maybe even more.
She spoke, but her words were lost on him. He was confused. Confused as to how he felt for her and as to what his purpose was. He lifted her up and they slowly walked away from the apartment and into their own world.
All he knew was that he was happy. Happy with her and happy with his un-life. Everything that happened seemed to be a dream because all I remember is Buffy and I walking and then we're in bed. She has something in her hand a spoon with something on it. She puts the spoon to my mouth and all I feel is pure bliss. Whatever it was it was good.
Being with Buffy might have taken my soul and supplied me with perfect happiness, but this is beyond "Perfect." Eating frozen yogurt as I would later learn was heaven, having Buffy there with me was just an added bonus.
Okay that was meant to be as pointless and odd as possible I was just thinking of Angel when I ate some frozen yogurt earlier today.
PLEASE tell me what ya think