"We named our children after saints, not religious beings or concepts."
He could've named his son after a saint and honestly, he'd thought about it, but in the end he'd settled on Connor, a more modern form of the Old Irish name Conchobar. It was a name bore by some of the old, great kings of Ireland. Fitting, he felt, in addition to the ties it's meaning had to wolves. His parents were both vampires; he and Darla were the wolves.
"No, still Angel."
He hadn't even thought about circulating his name back into usage if this humanity took, if he ever shanshued properly. He'd been to guilt-ridden after the gypsies cursed him to go back to it, and now Angel was just... It was him. It was the name everyone knew him by, the name that struck fear into those who dared to cross his path. He was feared as Angel. Liam was nothing more than an echo, a man he still was but nobody remembered. The only person who had knew that lost Irishman in any way shape or form staked herself to dust in order to give life to their child.
"Nobody around anymore who uses it." Wait, no. That's not true. He rolls his eyes. "Well, except for Spike. But that's more... He's a brat."
Uncle Spike says a lot of things.
Spike had better be keeping a good eye on Connor or he was going to trick the bleached blonde into throwing himself into the nearest lava pit. (Which happened to be just down the street from the Hyperion, he knew for a fact.)
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He could've named his son after a saint and honestly, he'd thought about it, but in the end he'd settled on Connor, a more modern form of the Old Irish name Conchobar. It was a name bore by some of the old, great kings of Ireland. Fitting, he felt, in addition to the ties it's meaning had to wolves. His parents were both vampires; he and Darla were the wolves.
"No, still Angel."
He hadn't even thought about circulating his name back into usage if this humanity took, if he ever shanshued properly. He'd been to guilt-ridden after the gypsies cursed him to go back to it, and now Angel was just... It was him. It was the name everyone knew him by, the name that struck fear into those who dared to cross his path. He was feared as Angel. Liam was nothing more than an echo, a man he still was but nobody remembered. The only person who had knew that lost Irishman in any way shape or form staked herself to dust in order to give life to their child.
"Nobody around anymore who uses it." Wait, no. That's not true. He rolls his eyes. "Well, except for Spike. But that's more... He's a brat."
Uncle Spike says a lot of things.
Spike had better be keeping a good eye on Connor or he was going to trick the bleached blonde into throwing himself into the nearest lava pit. (Which happened to be just down the street from the Hyperion, he knew for a fact.)