Apocalypse Nowish - Aftermath
Anya had done what Lilah'd wanted, and now Lindsey was lookin' at about an eternity's worth of horrible torture and suffering. Once that was done, I was waitin' for Lilah to put that necklace right back in her pocket and start chatterin' about how much fun she was gonna have with her very own vengeance demon at her beck an' call. But nope, she actually gave the damn thing back to Anya.
My heart hit the floor when that necklace went back around Anya's neck, 'cuz I could see the way it weighed her down the second it touched her again. Tryin' to get away from the vengeance thing was drivin' Anya stone cold crazy, and now she was right back where she'd started from.
I got surprised again. Anya didn't yell or scream or get mad or cry or nothin'. She just seemed to accept what had happened, like there wasn't no more she could do. And I did wonder if that wasn't true. So, Anya disappeared, and left me an' Lilah alone.
Didn't talk. Hell, I had no idea what to say. This wasn't exactly the kind of situation that a body gets themselves prepared to face, y'know?
An ache in my fingers reminded me that I'd been holdin' my beer with a death grip. Pryin' the hand open, I set the thing on the nearest surface I could find without movin' my feet. At some point, my knees had gone soft, and I needed to keep leanin' against where I was.
Words came outta me from somewhere, but none that I'd expected to say.
"Why?" I asked. "Why'd you do that? That damn thing's gonna crack her completely now."
((Open to Lilah))
My heart hit the floor when that necklace went back around Anya's neck, 'cuz I could see the way it weighed her down the second it touched her again. Tryin' to get away from the vengeance thing was drivin' Anya stone cold crazy, and now she was right back where she'd started from.
I got surprised again. Anya didn't yell or scream or get mad or cry or nothin'. She just seemed to accept what had happened, like there wasn't no more she could do. And I did wonder if that wasn't true. So, Anya disappeared, and left me an' Lilah alone.
Didn't talk. Hell, I had no idea what to say. This wasn't exactly the kind of situation that a body gets themselves prepared to face, y'know?
An ache in my fingers reminded me that I'd been holdin' my beer with a death grip. Pryin' the hand open, I set the thing on the nearest surface I could find without movin' my feet. At some point, my knees had gone soft, and I needed to keep leanin' against where I was.
Words came outta me from somewhere, but none that I'd expected to say.
"Why?" I asked. "Why'd you do that? That damn thing's gonna crack her completely now."
((Open to Lilah))