-rippers_game- ((A Place Called Home))
I took the key out of the small pocket on the shirt I was wearing and pushed it into the lock slowly, turning it and opening the door to what was my temporary home while I sought out my new enemy. Now, thanks to Wesley, I knew it to be a mortal man, one of power true, but also one who possibly saw me as a threat.
Naturally.
I entered my "flat" and shut the door behind Wesley as he followed, then closed my eyes as I allowed the molecules to move, merge, shift until I was at last myself once more in the privacy of my home. Normally, such places would choke me, the walls closing in on me and yet somehow I had learned to ignore that sense.
Wesley looked at me strangely, but that was nothing new.
"You are wondering why I asked you here."
Statement, not question.
"There are certain things I have tried to comprehend, and cannot," I continued, as I found some water dripping from the sink and used it to feed Spike. "Hush now," I whispered to him, "for I shall always watch over you." I placed him back near the window and gestured to Wesley to sit upon the floor.
"I do not have any furniture, since I assumed my stay would not last long. Also, I can sleep standing upright."
I moved towards the television that accompanied my home and turned it on. "I do, however, have various 'games' of skill for you to test yourself, if you are so inclined." I gestured at my rather impressive collection. "I...spent currency on 'games' quite often."
This, however, was not the purpose in asking Wesley to join me. I walked towards the bed I did not require and picked up the journal I had laid there, holding it in one hand. "I have read this over one hundred times, yet I still am uncertain of myself and of your words."
Perhaps he could explain it to me. Or, perhaps he wished to have his journal returned...if that were the case, I would have to refuse.
It was the only thing of Wesley's that was truly mine, after all.
((Open to Wesley))
Naturally.
I entered my "flat" and shut the door behind Wesley as he followed, then closed my eyes as I allowed the molecules to move, merge, shift until I was at last myself once more in the privacy of my home. Normally, such places would choke me, the walls closing in on me and yet somehow I had learned to ignore that sense.
Wesley looked at me strangely, but that was nothing new.
"You are wondering why I asked you here."
Statement, not question.
"There are certain things I have tried to comprehend, and cannot," I continued, as I found some water dripping from the sink and used it to feed Spike. "Hush now," I whispered to him, "for I shall always watch over you." I placed him back near the window and gestured to Wesley to sit upon the floor.
"I do not have any furniture, since I assumed my stay would not last long. Also, I can sleep standing upright."
I moved towards the television that accompanied my home and turned it on. "I do, however, have various 'games' of skill for you to test yourself, if you are so inclined." I gestured at my rather impressive collection. "I...spent currency on 'games' quite often."
This, however, was not the purpose in asking Wesley to join me. I walked towards the bed I did not require and picked up the journal I had laid there, holding it in one hand. "I have read this over one hundred times, yet I still am uncertain of myself and of your words."
Perhaps he could explain it to me. Or, perhaps he wished to have his journal returned...if that were the case, I would have to refuse.
It was the only thing of Wesley's that was truly mine, after all.
((Open to Wesley))