Gunn for hells_revenge
((moving onward from here))
I watched, confused as Illyria left the lobby, stalking up the stairs like she owned the place... for a moment, I wondered how exactly she knew where she was going, before, with a jolt, I remembered why that would be.
She had all of Fred's memories... why wouldn't she know her way around the hotel? After all, Fred had only called this place home for over two years... I winced again, at the reminder of exactly what I had done. I hadn't forgotten... but every now and again, the blue Smurfette would do something that just... drove it home for me.
I sighed, then turned back to the others. It had been so long since we had been in this hotel, and so much had happened. So much death.
And of course, Spike had never been there.
"So... now what?" I finally asked, unsure. Angel had wandered off, probably brodding again, which was almost comforting. He hadn't done that, holed himself off in a room somewhere since before we have taken Wolfram and Hart. Illyria had stalked off, probably to go commune with some half-dead plant or something, and Wes... Wes was back from the dead. I couldn't get my head around that, and I didn't think I would at any time soon. I hadn't thought of a post-death clause, and from the look on his face 'fore he'd disappeared, neither had Angel.
Which left me wondering, where did that leave the rest of us? And what would happen to me when I died?
((open to Wes and Spike))
I watched, confused as Illyria left the lobby, stalking up the stairs like she owned the place... for a moment, I wondered how exactly she knew where she was going, before, with a jolt, I remembered why that would be.
She had all of Fred's memories... why wouldn't she know her way around the hotel? After all, Fred had only called this place home for over two years... I winced again, at the reminder of exactly what I had done. I hadn't forgotten... but every now and again, the blue Smurfette would do something that just... drove it home for me.
I sighed, then turned back to the others. It had been so long since we had been in this hotel, and so much had happened. So much death.
And of course, Spike had never been there.
"So... now what?" I finally asked, unsure. Angel had wandered off, probably brodding again, which was almost comforting. He hadn't done that, holed himself off in a room somewhere since before we have taken Wolfram and Hart. Illyria had stalked off, probably to go commune with some half-dead plant or something, and Wes... Wes was back from the dead. I couldn't get my head around that, and I didn't think I would at any time soon. I hadn't thought of a post-death clause, and from the look on his face 'fore he'd disappeared, neither had Angel.
Which left me wondering, where did that leave the rest of us? And what would happen to me when I died?
((open to Wes and Spike))