It frustrated him to no end that he couldn't just walk straight over to his lover. Just walk over there and wrap his arms around the man and never let go. But he couldn't, he didn't even really know where the damn door was. Except that it must be somewhere near the voice, Giles' voice
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Giles squeezed his partner's arm, hoping he could help to reassure Wesley, though he doubted such was possible at the moment. With everything that was happening . . . he couldn't blame Wesley for worrying.
"Why don't we use my office? There's enough room and we can shut the door," Giles said to Willow, glancing over her shoulder to see the others. They were all sitting at the table, watching Wesley, the girls, and him intently. When they realized they'd been caught, they all turned quickly back to the books they were supposed to be reading.
"That's fine," Willow agreed with a bright, false smile, and Giles turned back to Wesley.
Wesley just stood there, waiting. It wasn’t as though he could do much else for now. Or in the near future if his case of bad luck moved the way it had now. His mind kept going over and over, trying to figure out who’d do this to them? He’d been so certain that this had been aimed at Giles, and now he was even more sure of that. What better way to harm his lover then to harm the one he loved? Were the roles reverse, Wesley
( ... )
Giles guided Wesley the few feet back into the office, to where they would do the spell. He stayed standing with Wesley while Willow and Tara made their preparations. He kept a hand on Wesley's back at first and then finally gave in and slipped his arms around his partner, resting his chin on Wesley's shoulder.
There wasn't much he could say now, nothing he hadn't said before at any rate. He hoped that his actions would speak for him and he squeezed Wesley gently, knowing it had to be disconcerting to have people moving around you when you couldn't see them.
The witches quickly finished, however, and Willow moved to stand in front of them, Tara behind them.
"Okay. We're ready. It won't take long," Willow said, the false cheer and smile gone from her face. Instead she was serious and focused.
Letting Giles guide him back into the office, Wesley heard Tara and Willow follow. The door closed and he knew the rest was probably staring at the door in anticipation the moment it closed. I was almost as though he could feel their eyes drilling through the door. Which was ridiculous, but he felt it never the less. Just as he could feel Willow and Tara’s eyes on him, or Giles’ presence near him
( ... )
Willow nodded at Wesley's muttered assent and she stretched her arms out to Tara. Obviously, the girls' arms couldn't meet around them, but Giles could feel the energy building, completing the circle and flowing from Willow to Tara and back again
( ... )
As soon as he felt the magic gather, Wesley became nervous. It felt as though there was something inside him, hiding and shying away from the magic. Even though he’d not been touched. Swallowing hard, his hands tightened around Giles’ arms, though he had the presence of mind not to squeeze too hard.
He kept telling himself to breath in and out as the girls started the spell. It was as though there was something burning inside him, making him feel quite sick. He nearly asked them to stop, feeling like a coward for doing so, when he felt Giles add his own magic. Wesley reached out for it immediately, clinging onto it with all his might.
Which wasn’t actually very much at the moment. He pressed his eyes closed and clenched his teeth as the heat seemed to burn through his body. An amused though was spared for cooked organs, but that was just to morbid to laugh about. There wasn’t the energy left in him to do so at any rate. He found himself mentally pleading for this to be over, and wondered briefly if Giles would hear that or feel it
Giles could feel Wesley reluctance. Not only in the way his grip tightened on Giles' arms and the way he grew tense and still, but in the magic itself. They were close though. He could see the spell, though it tried to drift away from Willow and Tara's magic, but they'd managed to corner it, in a way.
Hang on love, he sent along the connection, his physical arms tightening a bit around his lover's body. Willow and Tara need to get a good look at it, and so do I. It won't be much longer.
This is like what was in the doll, Willow's voice sounded, though Giles knew she hadn't spoken aloud.
Can we break it? Tara's voice. What will that do to Wesley?
Nothing, I don't think. It's not too well anchored, so it can hide. I think . . . I think we can break it. Wesley? Should we try? It will hurt and I don't know if--
Maybe we should think about this first. Discuss it. Outside. Giles put the last bit in, not wanting to hurt Wesley any more than they had to.
Magic, Wesley decided at this very moment, was something he needed do himself, not have done to him. It only ended up badly. He knew that much by now, and only needed to look back to his past to have it confirmed. Well, metaphorically look back, since he couldn’t actually look back. It’s amazing really how many reference there are to the eyes or their use.
Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, Wesley bit on it hard when the burning intensified. In a moment his organs really would be boiled. He knew they were supposed to be sensing something, or in the case of the others, actually seeing something, but all he got was a blur. So he let go of that and instead clung onto Giles, already feeling his physical body weaken under the magic.
Wesley kept telling himself to hang on just a little bit longer, just because Giles had asked him. He couldn’t help but be afraid though, even if he was proud he staved off a panic attack. Only a few month ago he’d have one, right now he was hanging on by the fingernails. If it weren’t for Giles… You
( ... )
Wesley slumped in his arms. That's enough, Giles sent along the spell, his mental 'voice' sharp. Both Willow and Tara pulled back at once and Giles tightened his grip on his lover.
"Wesley? Are you all right, love?" Giles guided Wesley to a chair that Tara moved nearby. Giles tried not to let his thoughts show on his face. While he was sure that Willow and Tara had gotten a good look at the spell structure, enough to figure out how to break it. However, as soon as they'd moved against the spell, Wesley had reacted badly. He'd heard that stray thought as well, though he didn't think Willow or Tara had. He certainly didn't want Wesley know he had.
Dizzy, that’s what he felt. And sore, like he’d just done ten rounds with some heavy weight demon. Not to mention that he was so warm, nearly burning, but he knew that was the magic, it would fade soon enough. All he needed to do was sit here and relax somewhat. Which was rather difficult with the voice he’d just heard. Had that been one of his own many tiny voices, or had that one come from outside?
He didn’t like the idea of it coming from the outside, but somehow he got the feeling that it had been just that. Did that mean that this whatever it was, could hear his thoughts? Could talk to him that way? Make those kinds of suggestions? It would drive him mad at the state he was in now. Feeling utterly vulnerable and weak. Maybe he should tell Giles, he needed to trust his lover and not fold into himself again.
“I’m fine. Or I will be in a moment,” he said quietly, groping around until he got hold of Giles’ hand. Maybe it was best to hear what Willow and Tara had heard or seen before talking to Giles. “How’d it go?”
"Well, I got a look at the spell," Willow said, though the smile she gave seemed rather false. "I think we can break it. I just don't understand why you responded this way. I mean, what we were doing shouldn't have hurt at all. I'd have asked you first if I'd thought you'd feel anything."
She shot Wesley an apologetic glance and sighed. Giles squeezed his partner's shoulder automatically, though his mind was mostly elsewhere. He tried to pull himself from his thoughts, not particularly wanting to consider them at the moment.
"It's all right, Willow. There's no way you could have known that would happen."
If he could glare, he’d glare at Willow right now. Had she not researched the spell herself, or had she just done what Giles had told her to do? Giles had specifically warned him that it would hurt, and he’d prepared for that. It wasn’t very comforting to realize that Willow at the very least had not known. Wesley felt his spirit sink and wondered if he should allow anyone to perform magic on him again
( ... )
Giles nodded and then remembered that Wesley couldn't see him. "All right, love, I'll just the door." Glancing out into the shop, his eyes landed on Willow and Tara, who sat at the table, apparently urgently discussing something over the books. There was something he wasn't being told. A spike of anger surged through him, but he ignored it for the moment. He needed to speak to Wesley . . . though he wasn't certain what they'd be speaking about.
There were so many things. Giles pushed away his doubts and turned to his lover, his eyes sweeping over Wesley's face. Wes looked tired, which was no surprise, nor was the despondency clear in his posture. Still, it made Giles' chest constrict.
"We're in private, Wes. I know the spell . . . I'm sorry." He didn't know what else to say just now. It was hard to push away the voice he'd heard in Wesley's mind.
Did he even look at the spell himself, or just throw you out there like some guinea pig? Wesley flinched when heard that voice again. Cold, bitter, distant and it could have easily have been one of those little voice he’d been so successfully warding off since he’d gotten together with Giles. He was damn sure it wasn’t though
( ... )
Giles sighed, moving to sit against the desk, next to where Wesley sat. "Love, it's not the detection spell that was the problem. Whatever spell has a hold on you, it's . . . it's not like anything I've ever seen. It shouldn't have happened that way."
Scrubbing his hands across his face, Giles tried to concentrate on the matter at hand. "Willow is more than capable of using such a spell, I wouldn't have asked her otherwise. There shouldn't have been any danger," not that anything ever seems to fall out the way it should.
Giles glanced over at his partner and bit his lip, trying to make sense of any of this. The doll had to have been the catalyst, it was the only thing that had made sense, but the spell on it had crumbled when they'd even tried to touch it. He hadn't necessarily expected the same thing to happen with Wesley, but once they'd found the damn thing they should have been able to break it and, instead, it had apparently lashed out in some way. It made no sense.
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"Why don't we use my office? There's enough room and we can shut the door," Giles said to Willow, glancing over her shoulder to see the others. They were all sitting at the table, watching Wesley, the girls, and him intently. When they realized they'd been caught, they all turned quickly back to the books they were supposed to be reading.
"That's fine," Willow agreed with a bright, false smile, and Giles turned back to Wesley.
"Is that all right with you, love?"
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There wasn't much he could say now, nothing he hadn't said before at any rate. He hoped that his actions would speak for him and he squeezed Wesley gently, knowing it had to be disconcerting to have people moving around you when you couldn't see them.
The witches quickly finished, however, and Willow moved to stand in front of them, Tara behind them.
"Okay. We're ready. It won't take long," Willow said, the false cheer and smile gone from her face. Instead she was serious and focused.
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He kept telling himself to breath in and out as the girls started the spell. It was as though there was something burning inside him, making him feel quite sick. He nearly asked them to stop, feeling like a coward for doing so, when he felt Giles add his own magic. Wesley reached out for it immediately, clinging onto it with all his might.
Which wasn’t actually very much at the moment. He pressed his eyes closed and clenched his teeth as the heat seemed to burn through his body. An amused though was spared for cooked organs, but that was just to morbid to laugh about. There wasn’t the energy left in him to do so at any rate. He found himself mentally pleading for this to be over, and wondered briefly if Giles would hear that or feel it
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Hang on love, he sent along the connection, his physical arms tightening a bit around his lover's body. Willow and Tara need to get a good look at it, and so do I. It won't be much longer.
This is like what was in the doll, Willow's voice sounded, though Giles knew she hadn't spoken aloud.
Can we break it? Tara's voice. What will that do to Wesley?
Nothing, I don't think. It's not too well anchored, so it can hide. I think . . . I think we can break it. Wesley? Should we try? It will hurt and I don't know if--
Maybe we should think about this first. Discuss it. Outside. Giles put the last bit in, not wanting to hurt Wesley any more than they had to.
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Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, Wesley bit on it hard when the burning intensified. In a moment his organs really would be boiled. He knew they were supposed to be sensing something, or in the case of the others, actually seeing something, but all he got was a blur. So he let go of that and instead clung onto Giles, already feeling his physical body weaken under the magic.
Wesley kept telling himself to hang on just a little bit longer, just because Giles had asked him. He couldn’t help but be afraid though, even if he was proud he staved off a panic attack. Only a few month ago he’d have one, right now he was hanging on by the fingernails. If it weren’t for Giles… You ( ... )
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"Wesley? Are you all right, love?" Giles guided Wesley to a chair that Tara moved nearby. Giles tried not to let his thoughts show on his face. While he was sure that Willow and Tara had gotten a good look at the spell structure, enough to figure out how to break it. However, as soon as they'd moved against the spell, Wesley had reacted badly. He'd heard that stray thought as well, though he didn't think Willow or Tara had. He certainly didn't want Wesley know he had.
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He didn’t like the idea of it coming from the outside, but somehow he got the feeling that it had been just that. Did that mean that this whatever it was, could hear his thoughts? Could talk to him that way? Make those kinds of suggestions? It would drive him mad at the state he was in now. Feeling utterly vulnerable and weak. Maybe he should tell Giles, he needed to trust his lover and not fold into himself again.
“I’m fine. Or I will be in a moment,” he said quietly, groping around until he got hold of Giles’ hand. Maybe it was best to hear what Willow and Tara had heard or seen before talking to Giles. “How’d it go?”
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She shot Wesley an apologetic glance and sighed. Giles squeezed his partner's shoulder automatically, though his mind was mostly elsewhere. He tried to pull himself from his thoughts, not particularly wanting to consider them at the moment.
"It's all right, Willow. There's no way you could have known that would happen."
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There were so many things. Giles pushed away his doubts and turned to his lover, his eyes sweeping over Wesley's face. Wes looked tired, which was no surprise, nor was the despondency clear in his posture. Still, it made Giles' chest constrict.
"We're in private, Wes. I know the spell . . . I'm sorry." He didn't know what else to say just now. It was hard to push away the voice he'd heard in Wesley's mind.
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Scrubbing his hands across his face, Giles tried to concentrate on the matter at hand. "Willow is more than capable of using such a spell, I wouldn't have asked her otherwise. There shouldn't have been any danger," not that anything ever seems to fall out the way it should.
Giles glanced over at his partner and bit his lip, trying to make sense of any of this. The doll had to have been the catalyst, it was the only thing that had made sense, but the spell on it had crumbled when they'd even tried to touch it. He hadn't necessarily expected the same thing to happen with Wesley, but once they'd found the damn thing they should have been able to break it and, instead, it had apparently lashed out in some way. It made no sense.
"Wes? Are you feeling any different?"
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