Angel with broken wings...

[visiongirl]

Things were mostly starting to settle down and by mostly? I meant me. I couldn't speak for everyone and really I was the only one who was suddenly jubilantly happy at the prospect of real acting work. Okay, fine it wasn't exactly the lead in a Blockbuster or even a soap opera but it was something! Everybody had to start somewhere and I'd gotten

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[visiongirl]

"Sure. You know you're welcome here whenever you want, I just didn't hear you come in was all." I kept my smile bright, feeling the self-consciousness ebb away because hello. These pants might be Faith's but I still looked really hot in them. And besides, no one ever said I couldn't wear leather pants. I just would prefer them to be expensive designer leather pants instead of the cheap knock offs that Faith had laying around my apartment everywhere. Well, we were going out dancing anyway and cheap knock off was the name of this town at night. That and ugly scary demons.

"And also you haven't set foot in my apartment since Faith's been staying here." I arched an eyebrow up at him getting more than tired of the same old song and dance. I knew why he was afraid of her and I didn't blame him at all but I was tired of defending her. I knew that she was working hard to make things right and it wasn't easy on her but she and Wesley were going to have to settle that score on their own. And hopefully not by tying eachother to a chair and practicing any torture skills because that obviously didn't work the first time around.

He opened his mouth to defend himself and I quickly shook my head. "You don't have to explain Wes, I understand. I just couldn't make her stay at that hotel with Angel anymore. The two of them together? It's like depresso hour at The Hyperion. I thought it would be good for her to get her out of the hotel." And now I knew I was chirping away to the last person on Earth who thought Faith deserved anything good in her life.

"But I've missed you alot and so has Dennis actually. He's been bugging me to play Scrabble with him all week. But me? I was never a Scrabble fan." I said, turning the full force of that smile on Wesley again.

[_wes_pryce_]

She was sporting that overly bright smile again. The one making you wish you were wearing sunglasses and couldn’t help but wonder about. Was that a real smile, or a fake one? I fidgeted a bit, glancing at the box that contained the scrabble board as it was clattered to the floor. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for Dennis. And well, myself. I’d rather enjoyed our games and our Friday evenings watching ‘Friends.’ Or just generally spending time with Dennis. It sure as hell beat working late at the hotel, or sitting in a darkened apartment hoping Faith wouldn’t notice you were there.

Of course Cordelia had to point out I’d not been here since Faith moved in. Moved in, with Cordelia. She had almost killed her, but she let the girl sleep here none the less. I was loosing sleep being across the hall, putting wards up around my apartment, and she let the girl who tortured us both, and nearly killed us both sleep in her apartment. And now that I think about it, where did she sleep? The sofa didn’t looked slept on. Strange.

My eyes narrowed when she didn’t let me get a word in edgewise. I was getting rather tired of her defending Faith with every move. “I thought Angel was supposed to be her big savor. Setting her on the right path.” And if the tone of my voice sounded somewhat bitter? I doubt there was anyone who could blame me. Though, I’m sure Faith can come up with something. After all, when it comes to her, everything was my fault. Apparently.

Returning her bright smile with a weak one of my own, I glanced back at the scrabble board as it rattled. “Cordelia. I don’t feel at all safe here, knowing Faith can walk in here at any moment.” And I’d like to go right now as well. Just get my things and leave before she comes back. Looking at me with those accusing eyes, wild, smothering with fire. A shiver went through me when I just thought about that. Lord knows I’m trying, but when is given constant looks like that? It gets hard. “So I suggest you either play Scrabble with Dennis yourself, or teach Faith how to do it.”

Now. I just needed to get the few books I’d left here and be on my marry way. As much as I loved Cordelia, and wanted to keep her safe. The idea that Faith could walk in here at any moment…not at all comforting. Which was why I kept my back well away from the door and my eyes kept straying toward it. “I very much doubt she’d feel very comfortable with me here as well, Cordelia.”

[visiongirl]

"Angel is the big brooder. I don't think he's helping her much." I said nonchalantly before really thinking about what I'd just said. Not that Faith wasn't getting help, or helping herself or whatever it was that she did. She really wanted to change. "I just mean it can't be good for her to sit around in that dark hotel with Angel being all quiet and sad all the time. I've been trying to get him out of his funk but it's not really working. You know. Doyle." The smile suddenly faded from my face really quickly as I gave Wesley a look before settling on the couch in front of the Scrabble board.

It didn't matter what I said or did, Wesley was still going to go running everytime the F word was mentioned. The F word being Faith obviously. I didn't know what to say or do to make it better, but I just wanted to keep all the people that I loved close together. I wanted us all to be able to work together and not have to worry about Wes having a coronary everytime that Faith walked into a room. I wasn't cut out for this. I was supposed to be the mean popular girl who later became an actress. I didn't know when I signed onto be a peacekeeper.

Besides, it wasn't like I didn't have my own issues with the whole being chained to a pipe for days. Days! Wesley was only there for a few hours but I was with Faith for days in that apartment. I guess the whole time I just couldn't help feeling like I was being punished for being so horrible to everyone in high school. I guess Wes didn't have the same experience that I did.

"Well, then I guess I'll just kick her out on the street and see what happens. You know, so we can all be comfy." I said sarcastically as I raised an eyebrow up at Wesley. "Think that will set her on her path to redemption? Listen, Wesley. I swear to you she won't come after you again. Why can't you believe me? I thought we were friends."

That whole experience bound the three of us together. I just couldn't help but think of it that way. Except Wesley desperately wanted to run in the opposite direction. I didn't get it.

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“No, I suppose not,” I nod, when she says Angel is a big…brooder. Well, he does have that sitting in a corner, lurking and looking glum down to a T. In fact, if I’d not known better I’d say he was a very life like statue at times. Of course it were the other times which were driving me up the wall. ‘Are you comfortable, what do you think of this, isn’t this great weapon, are you done with the books, how bad is it, I think you s should stay here while we go out to fight the demon’. God, was he like that to Cordelia as well? Or Faith?

I understand that he’s like that because he just lost that Doyle fellow, but really. And speaking of Doyle… The bright sunshine smile Cordelia had on her face just slides off it as though a dark could has covered the sun. I suppose it’s very apt, considering it’s suddenly very cold in the room here as well. Of course she misses this Doyle chap as well. Has she even really mourned his loss? I know Angel probably hasn’t, though I’m not sure if the world is ready for him to do so. Cordelia on the other hand ….

Sighing, I’m just about to join her on the sofa, when suddenly she decides to speak again. And it hurts what she says. Does she even realize how manipulative she sounds when she says that? Frowning, I give her a look as I step back from sitting down. I don’t like having words put in my mouth. I don’t like that she’s friends with Faith, yes. But I never said or told her she couldn’t be. What I think or do is my business and since when does she care about that anyway?

“I don’t recall having said anything that indicated you should do that, Cordelia. And I quite resent the fact that you just said that. I’ve tried my very best as well. I’ve even tried on the night she nearly tortured me to death. You honestly expect me to jump for joy that she’s seeking ‘redemption’ when I still can’t really feel my left arm?’ Hell, the girl can’t even bring herself to say she’s sorry. Because I honestly don’t think she is. “I know she’s trying, Cordy. And so am I. So why don’t you leave both of us deal with it on our own terms and stop pushing?”