Incense
Title: The meaning of Incense
Author: poisontearss
Pairing: None really.
Summary: She never could understand why Wesley was so crazy about incense, aside from it's use in spells...
"Ew." Cordelia Chase said as she walked into Angel Investigations. "What smells?"
"Good afternoon, Cordelia." Wesley greeted. He was too busy to argue with her, as he was setting up a small altar.
Cordelia sat her purse on the counter, glanced around. "Where's Angel?" She asked.
"Asleep. Still not sleeping all that well, I'm afraid." Wesley replied.
"Ok. Back to the mystery of what is stinking the joint up?" Cordelia asked, walking over to Wesley's make shift altar. "What are you doing?"
"Making a potion for Angel-I thought maybe if I gave him something, he might be able to sleep better."
"And be less grouchy?"
"Something like that, yes." Wesley picked up an incense stick and lit it, causing Cordy to make a face. "Oh-eww!" She exclaimed. "What is that horrid smell?"
Wesley frowned. "What, you don't like cinnamon?" He asked her.
~FIN~
Author: poisontearss
Pairing: None really.
Summary: She never could understand why Wesley was so crazy about incense, aside from it's use in spells...
"Ew." Cordelia Chase said as she walked into Angel Investigations. "What smells?"
"Good afternoon, Cordelia." Wesley greeted. He was too busy to argue with her, as he was setting up a small altar.
Cordelia sat her purse on the counter, glanced around. "Where's Angel?" She asked.
"Asleep. Still not sleeping all that well, I'm afraid." Wesley replied.
"Ok. Back to the mystery of what is stinking the joint up?" Cordelia asked, walking over to Wesley's make shift altar. "What are you doing?"
"Making a potion for Angel-I thought maybe if I gave him something, he might be able to sleep better."
"And be less grouchy?"
"Something like that, yes." Wesley picked up an incense stick and lit it, causing Cordy to make a face. "Oh-eww!" She exclaimed. "What is that horrid smell?"
Wesley frowned. "What, you don't like cinnamon?" He asked her.
~FIN~