Watching that smirk on her face, almost made everything normal again. But it wasn't, it never could be again. I wasn't able to save her and she'd gone to Hell. I knew what she'd been going to say. I never thought I'd see the day that Lilah Morgan would curb her language in front of anyone, children or not. I filled that away for later.
"Huh," Alicia said, adjusting her wig and then her dress. "You're one lucky lady. He sucks, it'll take me like years to teach him anything." She heaved a dramatic sigh and started to move to the music again. Marilee had wrapped herself around my leg and hid a giggle fit while pointing at Angel. Alight, I suppose that was pretty giggle worthy.
"Willow?" I gave her a confused look. Willow, again. What had that girl been up to? "I see," I said, not seeing anything at all. I'd look into that later, talk with Giles about it. He'd probably know more, since he's closer to Willow after all. "Well, its..." Painful? Awkward? Strange? Dangerous? "...Good to see you...well...again."
Marilee tugged on my coat and I was glad to have an excuse not to look at Lilah for a moment. To many painful memories. To many failures. I couldn't save her. Wasn't certain she'd wanted to be saved. But I had wanted to save her, from herself, from the firm. And I'm still unclear on the 'why' part. "What is it, sweetheart?" I smiled down at her.
"Are you and the pwetty lady gwoing to dance?" she asked softly.
"Errr..." Clearing my throat, I looked up at Lilah again and raised an eyebrow. "It's just been established that I can't dance, so I don't think so."
"Oh." She frowned at that, and then pointed at the rather large fork Lilah was holding. "Is she always hungwy?"
Biting my lip, I looked back at Lilah again. I'd managed to keep a remark inside about her hunger for...things that didn't require a huge fork. "Are you?" I asked, my mouth curving up in a smirk.
I was watching Wesley interact with the kids, he was rather charming with them. I blinked. Lilah Morgan does NOT fawn over men who are good with children. I cocked my hip at adopted a casual air and tried not to notice how sweet he was.
"What?" I was snapped out of my thoughts by a question directed at me. "Hung...oh." I nodded to the pitchfork. "Well, there are certain things a girl is always hungry for. Ice cream, candy," I gave Wesley a look. "You know, thing that make you want to lick your fingers..."
(Psst. I'm reposting this comment under mellie's post. Go there to reply. (: )
"Huh," Alicia said, adjusting her wig and then her dress. "You're one lucky lady. He sucks, it'll take me like years to teach him anything." She heaved a dramatic sigh and started to move to the music again. Marilee had wrapped herself around my leg and hid a giggle fit while pointing at Angel. Alight, I suppose that was pretty giggle worthy.
"Willow?" I gave her a confused look. Willow, again. What had that girl been up to? "I see," I said, not seeing anything at all. I'd look into that later, talk with Giles about it. He'd probably know more, since he's closer to Willow after all. "Well, its..." Painful? Awkward? Strange? Dangerous? "...Good to see you...well...again."
Marilee tugged on my coat and I was glad to have an excuse not to look at Lilah for a moment. To many painful memories. To many failures. I couldn't save her. Wasn't certain she'd wanted to be saved. But I had wanted to save her, from herself, from the firm. And I'm still unclear on the 'why' part. "What is it, sweetheart?" I smiled down at her.
"Are you and the pwetty lady gwoing to dance?" she asked softly.
"Errr..." Clearing my throat, I looked up at Lilah again and raised an eyebrow. "It's just been established that I can't dance, so I don't think so."
"Oh." She frowned at that, and then pointed at the rather large fork Lilah was holding. "Is she always hungwy?"
Biting my lip, I looked back at Lilah again. I'd managed to keep a remark inside about her hunger for...things that didn't require a huge fork. "Are you?" I asked, my mouth curving up in a smirk.
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"What?" I was snapped out of my thoughts by a question directed at me. "Hung...oh." I nodded to the pitchfork. "Well, there are certain things a girl is always hungry for. Ice cream, candy," I gave Wesley a look. "You know, thing that make you want to lick your fingers..."
(Psst. I'm reposting this comment under mellie's post. Go there to reply. (: )
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