It’s pretty vibey in this place tonight. *Really* vibey. Everyone’s auras are just screaming at me to be read. Literally screaming, and we’re not talking your typical scream. I’m talking about a high-pitched “500 teenage girls meet their favorite boy band” kind of scream. The kind that makes you wonder if you’re beginning to bleed from the ears. It’s enough to send a demon to drink… A nice Seabreeze doesn’t sound too bad right about now…
Leave it to this ragtag gang to turn a beautiful night at the ballet into an installment of “Demon Days of Our Lives”. Now I’m kinda glad that I was left at home to watch the little bundle. I don’t even know where to start with these people…
Poor Wesley. Poor little Brit. He has this deep silver, almost grey, thing happening around him, and I’m pretty sure I know why. It’s not fun having your heart literally ripped from your chest and tap-danced upon. Especially by the woman you crave and the guy who’s your best friend. I don’t know what happened at the ballet between those three, but it’s pretty obvious what the outcome of the event was.
I know heartbreak when I see it. I didn’t spend years running a karaoke bar and *not* pick up on the signals, even when there wasn’t any singing involved. This is the kind of heartbreak you see manifested by some poor drunk guy jumping up on stage and wailing through a rendition of “Love Hurts.” And it *does* as Wesley could probably attest to tonight.
He’s being a real trooper about it though. I must give him credit there. He’s being the supportive friend on the outside while inside he is just dying. He’s smiling on the outside, but inside he is just cursing his luck. Cursing himself for not acting quickly enough, for not being more aggressive in his pursuit. Poor guy just can’t seem to get a break….
Then you have poor Angelcakes-- another man who is cursing his luck tonight. How unfair that he is just beginning to understand and accept his feelings for Cordelia--and possibly even tell her himself--and it all comes tumbling down around him with the appearance of one man.
Enter Groosalugg. Cordelia’s big handsome champion from Pylea swoops in and completely turns her attention from her big handsome champion from *LA*. Now don’t get me wrong. I like Groo. He’s a big hunk of… *hunk*, but he just picks the wrong time to show up in our dimension.
I feel kinda bad about not being able to warn Angel, not being able to tell him to act quickly with Cordelia. I have never seen that man’s aura change colors so quickly since I’ve known him. As soon as he saw Cordelia and Groo kiss, I knew it was over. His aura went from a brilliant rose-color of passion to a dark brown of bitterness as he excused himself to go check on Connor.
Missed opportunities. Both Angel and Wesley’s auras are screaming this one concept.
Wesley feels that he has missed his opportunity with Fred. He thinks he doesn’t have a chance now, that he’ll never know what could have been with her. And Angel feels the same about Cordelia. It was almost like he was giving up, accepting that he and her aren’t meant to be together in the first place.
Now I’m not claiming to be Cupid here, but they’re both wrong. They haven’t missed their opportunities, their chances. Wesley still has a shot. I can feel it. He can still make something happen with Fred. He just has to believe in himself and hold strong to his feelings for her, and I just know that she will sense it. She has to.
*Angel* still has a shot, even as he believes he doesn’t. I think he feels it’s better this way, that he and Cordelia never get involved. He fears that he’s going to curse her with this horrible life if he loves her and expresses his love for her. I’ve tried to chisel away at that defensive wall, but it’s difficult. He has it set in his mind that he doesn’t want to do to Cordelia what he had done to Buffy. He doesn’t think he has anything to offer her, but he’s wrong. He has *everything* to offer her, and I think, deep down, Cordelia knows this as well. Hell, she wouldn’t have stuck around this long if she didn’t. I just wish I could make him see that.
What am I going to do with these people? I’m *definitely* not going to play matchmaker. I’m not going to get mixed up in all this. Sometimes, you gotta let fate sort itself out. It almost always does, and I hope for everyone’s sake that everything falls into its rightful place. In the meantime, I think I’m going to go stock up on earplugs and alcohol…