Angel was glad Fred had gotten rid of the Lux people. It wasn't because he didn't want to be with Wesley and Fred - he just wanted them gone so he could pull the sash off. And he tried, but for some reason it wouldn't budge. It was like it was sewn on to him, and that worried him...a lot. Suddenly, Fred was taking his hand and he blinked at the both of them.
"What? Are we getting married and having sex?" he asked, sure that was what was being discussed.
"Less playing with your sash, and more paying attention, sweetie," Fred said as she winked at Wesley.
"But...it's yellow!" Angel protested as Wesley took his hand. He looked at the other man and smiled, forgetting about the yellow sash for a moment. "We can take as much time as needed. There's no rush." He then paused for a moment. "I'm not going to have to wear a yellow suit, am I?"
Before they could answer, Sam started to whine and rub his face against his Wesley's shoulder. "That means he's tired. He should be in bed now. Guess he has to get used to the time difference," Fred said as she rubbed her son's back. "Do you have someplace I can put him so he can sleep?"
While Fred was talking to Wesley, Angel slipped away in hopes of finding something to get the sash off. Across the room was a set of mirrors, and to his amazement, he could see himself. "Hey! I can see myself here too!" he said, grinning at Wes and Fred before he turned around again.
He studied himself in the mirror and frowned a little. Why hadn't anyone told him that he had the same hair he'd had in Pylea? And the yellow sash was making him look pale! "Look at me!" he said as he turned around. "I have ugly hair and my skin is white!"
"That's the whole point - the people here don't want us to wait," Wesley said with a small snort before letting them go to pick Sam back up when he tugged at his trouser leg. "I'm not going to let them push us though. We'll make the decision on our own time.
He was about to tell Angel about the fact that all Lux clothes were bright - most of his were a very bright shade of blue - but Sam started making noises, worrying Wesley that he had done something wrong. He hadn't been there; he wouldn't know what he should and shouldn't do. Luckily, Fred was there, explaining that he was just tired, causing him to exhale slightly in relief.
"Let's take him up to my rooms. We can put him down on my bed for the time being, and while figure out...living arrangement and everything once we've--you've had a chance to rest. I know this has to be overwhelming." He looked over toward Angel to see that he probably hadn't heard anything he had just said because he was staring into the mirror. Wesley looked over at Fred, chuckling and shaking his head as they walked over.
"Angel, last I knew, you're a vampire, and vampire are all rather pale what with the no sunlight rule," he told him, reaching out to pull him away from the mirror. "You look like you should. You look like Angel."
"And your hair is fine," Fred told him. "Although if we're royalty here, I'm sure we can find someone willing to cut it."
Wesley nodded, leading them upstairs to his rooms. Once they were inside, he took Sam toward the bedroom. "We can put him down in here, surround him with pillows to make sure he doesn't fall off the bed," he said before stopping and looking over at Fred. "Does he need anything before we do? A bottle? Food? Does he eat regular food now?"
"Huh?" Angel asked when Fred and Wesley walked over to him. They were saying something about his skin and hair, but he wasn't paying much attention. He just wanted to get the sash off and couldn't understand why it seemed to be stuck there. Turning, he looked at the other two and furrowed his brow. "But, I'm really pale and my hair looks like a rag mop!"
Fred merely shook her head before she took Angel's hand as they followed Wesley and Sam up to Wesley's room. When they got there, Angel glanced out the window, where he could see the village. Everyone there was wearing bright colors and his eyebrows rose. Maybe, since he was royalty, they would make him wear the oranges, yellows, reds and blues. Shaking his head, he pulled at his sash again and grinned when it came off.
"He usually drinks a bottle before bed," Fred told Wes as Angel walked over to them and started to pile pillows on the bed so the little boy wouldn't fall off. "But he's pretty much wiped out and will probably eat later. And he does eat some regular food."
"He likes to throw it too," Angel said, shaking his head. He bent down and opened Sam's diaper bag and pulled out a plush bear. "Remember when we got this, Wes?" He still laughed sometimes, remembering how they'd went out to get a few things, only to come back to find a pissed off Fred in labor. No demon compared to Fred at that moment, especially since Wes had forgotten his cell phone at the hotel and Angel was still learning how to turn his on.
Fred reached over and took the teddy bear from Angel's hand. "He likes to sleep with it," she told Wesley as she placed it on the bed. She then looked at Angel again. "Did you take off your sash?"
"It, uh, fell off," Angel said, while Fred snorted and shook her head. He shrugged a little and looked at Wesley. "Does everyone here wear bright clothes?"
Wesley nodded as he listened to Fred telling him about their son. He still took a bottle before bed, so that hadn't changed, but he had graduated to some regular food. He'd have to find out what from her later so he could make sure that the kitchen had at least something close enough that Sam could eat.
Holding Sam against him with one arm, Wesley finished helping Fred and Angel pile pillows around to create a makeshift crib. Then he looked over at Angel as he pulled out the bear, a small smile crossing his face.
"I remember." That night had been the scariest and most amazing moment of his life. His son had been born in the hotel because there had been no time to take Fred to the hospital once they returned. He had been worried about screwing things up - both with the birth and as a father. But Fred and Angel had both been there with him every step of the way.
Putting Sam down on the bed, Wesley smirked at Angel. "Those sashes have a mind of their own - seems once you put them on, you can only take them off in private. Never had been able to figure out why other than possibly to avoid embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions."
Wesley gently brushed Sam's hair back from his forehead before leaning down to kiss his forehead. He then pointed to the sitting room so they could let him get some sleep.
"To answer your question, yes, everyone here wears bright colors. From what I've been able to learn, it's a superstition of sorts. They believe colors reflect the state o the soul, so the brighter the colors, the brighter the soul." Wesley watched as Fred took a seat - he was going to have to either get some new furnishings or see if there was a larger set of rooms somewhere in the castle. "I'm still learning everything myself. As you can see, there's a lot to go through."
He pointed to the pile of books on the table. He pushed over a few and hitched himself on the edge, looking at both of them, not sure what to do or say. He wanted to hold them and kiss them and love them, but he also knew there a lot for them to talk about.
"I...erm...I'm not sure where to start at all," he admitted. "Other than...I'm--seeing the two of you again is probably the most wonderful thing I could have wished for."
After Sam was down on the bed, Fred followed Wesley to the other room. She noted the look of...fright on Angel's face when Wesley said everyone there wore bright clothes. She was sure Angel would have to get use to all the colors, if they were going to stay there.
"I'm not going to wear bright colors," Angel stubbornly said.
Fred smirked and shook her head. She looked over at Wesley and went to stand near him. She still couldn't believe he was alive and right there. Reaching out, she took his hand and gave him a small smile. She then reached out and took Angel's hand and tugged him over to where Wesley and her were standing.
Leaning up, she softly kissed Wesley, before turning to kiss Angel. "We really don't have to talk," she suggested as she looked at the two of them. A blush then rose over her face and she ducked in embarrassment. "I-I've never done this before."
She felt Angel's hand run down and back and over her ass. "I think we can figure it out as we go," he said before he looked over at Wesley. "I'm sure Wes and I can figure out what to do with you."
Fred felt a shudder go through her body and she let out a low moan as Angel sandwiched her between Wesley and him. "Oh god...need the both of you," she whispered.
"What? Are we getting married and having sex?" he asked, sure that was what was being discussed.
"Less playing with your sash, and more paying attention, sweetie," Fred said as she winked at Wesley.
"But...it's yellow!" Angel protested as Wesley took his hand. He looked at the other man and smiled, forgetting about the yellow sash for a moment. "We can take as much time as needed. There's no rush." He then paused for a moment. "I'm not going to have to wear a yellow suit, am I?"
Before they could answer, Sam started to whine and rub his face against his Wesley's shoulder. "That means he's tired. He should be in bed now. Guess he has to get used to the time difference," Fred said as she rubbed her son's back. "Do you have someplace I can put him so he can sleep?"
While Fred was talking to Wesley, Angel slipped away in hopes of finding something to get the sash off. Across the room was a set of mirrors, and to his amazement, he could see himself. "Hey! I can see myself here too!" he said, grinning at Wes and Fred before he turned around again.
He studied himself in the mirror and frowned a little. Why hadn't anyone told him that he had the same hair he'd had in Pylea? And the yellow sash was making him look pale! "Look at me!" he said as he turned around. "I have ugly hair and my skin is white!"
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He was about to tell Angel about the fact that all Lux clothes were bright - most of his were a very bright shade of blue - but Sam started making noises, worrying Wesley that he had done something wrong. He hadn't been there; he wouldn't know what he should and shouldn't do. Luckily, Fred was there, explaining that he was just tired, causing him to exhale slightly in relief.
"Let's take him up to my rooms. We can put him down on my bed for the time being, and while figure out...living arrangement and everything once we've--you've had a chance to rest. I know this has to be overwhelming." He looked over toward Angel to see that he probably hadn't heard anything he had just said because he was staring into the mirror. Wesley looked over at Fred, chuckling and shaking his head as they walked over.
"Angel, last I knew, you're a vampire, and vampire are all rather pale what with the no sunlight rule," he told him, reaching out to pull him away from the mirror. "You look like you should. You look like Angel."
"And your hair is fine," Fred told him. "Although if we're royalty here, I'm sure we can find someone willing to cut it."
Wesley nodded, leading them upstairs to his rooms. Once they were inside, he took Sam toward the bedroom. "We can put him down in here, surround him with pillows to make sure he doesn't fall off the bed," he said before stopping and looking over at Fred. "Does he need anything before we do? A bottle? Food? Does he eat regular food now?"
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Fred merely shook her head before she took Angel's hand as they followed Wesley and Sam up to Wesley's room. When they got there, Angel glanced out the window, where he could see the village. Everyone there was wearing bright colors and his eyebrows rose. Maybe, since he was royalty, they would make him wear the oranges, yellows, reds and blues. Shaking his head, he pulled at his sash again and grinned when it came off.
"He usually drinks a bottle before bed," Fred told Wes as Angel walked over to them and started to pile pillows on the bed so the little boy wouldn't fall off. "But he's pretty much wiped out and will probably eat later. And he does eat some regular food."
"He likes to throw it too," Angel said, shaking his head. He bent down and opened Sam's diaper bag and pulled out a plush bear. "Remember when we got this, Wes?" He still laughed sometimes, remembering how they'd went out to get a few things, only to come back to find a pissed off Fred in labor. No demon compared to Fred at that moment, especially since Wes had forgotten his cell phone at the hotel and Angel was still learning how to turn his on.
Fred reached over and took the teddy bear from Angel's hand. "He likes to sleep with it," she told Wesley as she placed it on the bed. She then looked at Angel again. "Did you take off your sash?"
"It, uh, fell off," Angel said, while Fred snorted and shook her head. He shrugged a little and looked at Wesley. "Does everyone here wear bright clothes?"
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Holding Sam against him with one arm, Wesley finished helping Fred and Angel pile pillows around to create a makeshift crib. Then he looked over at Angel as he pulled out the bear, a small smile crossing his face.
"I remember." That night had been the scariest and most amazing moment of his life. His son had been born in the hotel because there had been no time to take Fred to the hospital once they returned. He had been worried about screwing things up - both with the birth and as a father. But Fred and Angel had both been there with him every step of the way.
Putting Sam down on the bed, Wesley smirked at Angel. "Those sashes have a mind of their own - seems once you put them on, you can only take them off in private. Never had been able to figure out why other than possibly to avoid embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions."
Wesley gently brushed Sam's hair back from his forehead before leaning down to kiss his forehead. He then pointed to the sitting room so they could let him get some sleep.
"To answer your question, yes, everyone here wears bright colors. From what I've been able to learn, it's a superstition of sorts. They believe colors reflect the state o the soul, so the brighter the colors, the brighter the soul." Wesley watched as Fred took a seat - he was going to have to either get some new furnishings or see if there was a larger set of rooms somewhere in the castle. "I'm still learning everything myself. As you can see, there's a lot to go through."
He pointed to the pile of books on the table. He pushed over a few and hitched himself on the edge, looking at both of them, not sure what to do or say. He wanted to hold them and kiss them and love them, but he also knew there a lot for them to talk about.
"I...erm...I'm not sure where to start at all," he admitted. "Other than...I'm--seeing the two of you again is probably the most wonderful thing I could have wished for."
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"I'm not going to wear bright colors," Angel stubbornly said.
Fred smirked and shook her head. She looked over at Wesley and went to stand near him. She still couldn't believe he was alive and right there. Reaching out, she took his hand and gave him a small smile. She then reached out and took Angel's hand and tugged him over to where Wesley and her were standing.
Leaning up, she softly kissed Wesley, before turning to kiss Angel. "We really don't have to talk," she suggested as she looked at the two of them. A blush then rose over her face and she ducked in embarrassment. "I-I've never done this before."
She felt Angel's hand run down and back and over her ass. "I think we can figure it out as we go," he said before he looked over at Wesley. "I'm sure Wes and I can figure out what to do with you."
Fred felt a shudder go through her body and she let out a low moan as Angel sandwiched her between Wesley and him. "Oh god...need the both of you," she whispered.
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