Comments | attestatio_vita: In which we retrieve a witch or two.

can_we_rest_now in attestatio_vita

In which we retrieve a witch or two.

Jan 05, 2009 21:24

Who: Illyria and Spike, later Wes by phone.
What: Figuring out how to get Willow and Tara back from whenever they are.
Where: The Deeper Well
When: Directly after this thread.
Status: Complete.

( Spike would never be described as a virtuous man and, as patience was considered a virtue, he exhibited this very well as he waited in silence for an answer from Illyria. )

spike, illyria, wesley wyndam-pryce

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godking_no_more January 10 2009, 17:55:48 UTC

Spike's muttered comments were enough to destroy the last bit of her patience, and her concentration. Sweating, and shaking a little from the exertion of trying to keep a power that she no longer had control of, under control, she finally released her grip on Spike and opened her eyes ( ... )

can_we_rest_now January 12 2009, 19:22:18 UTC

Spike returned Illyria's spiteful glare with a dispassionate one of his own. Wasted time. Fantastic. Willow and Tara were off cavorting through different time zones, and he was stuck here holding hands with Blue like they were preschoolers or something. Droppping her hand, he looked towards the spot where he had last seen the missing pair. They had lost comrades before, but they had never actually... you know... lost them.

He didn't notice Illyria's failure to apologize, since the very idea of her saying the word "sorry" seemed utterly foreign to him. He was content to see her as just another old demon, stuck in a shell that was inconvenient for all of them. The more human she became, the more he was reminded of what Wesley and the others had lost upon her arrival. The more he remembered what he had lost, as well ( ... )

godking_no_more January 12 2009, 22:16:19 UTC

She wasn't stupid. Or blind. They all looked at her like she was just another demon. Funny, that she was the demon. The rest of them were mere pale shadows of her race. But then, so was she. At least anymore. Most of the time, she merely ignored the pained expression that they all STILL wore, after all this time. But, it was irritating. Yes, she had killed Winifred Burkle. Yes, she wore her form. But they had managed to get her back for a while, or at least that's what Wes had told her. It wasn't her fault that she had died, again. Sometimes, she wanted to scream at them all. To simply destroy them all ( ... )

can_we_rest_now January 14 2009, 18:49:43 UTC

He noted the roll of Illyria's eyes, but said nothing. She was frustrated, of course. She was warped and not exactly the most pleasant company to have around, especially not when standing at the resting place of scores of Old Ones, and she hadn't even managed to be helpful. Did that bother her, on some level? Though he found it to be an unsettling thought, Spike found that she really was going soft, in a way ( ... )

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