No Open Book

[demonologist]

WHO Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and YOU (including Elektra, Gunn and Lilah)
WHAT Wesley's Headspace
WHERE Wesley's room at the Castle, 915
WHEN Anytime from Sept 2.
NOTES Wes lives in town so he won't be physically in the room much.
WARNINGS PG-13 Possible violence/darker themes/imagery.

Comments

[gunnfire]

It was some sort of needling nosiness that had Gunn slipping into Wesley's room. He had just wanted to take a peek; everyone's rooms had turned into something so painfully personal, and really, he just wanted to know if English's was even affected, considering the fact that he didn't live in the castle anymore.

Apparently, it had been.

"Shit," he muttered, starting into the library, not stopping until the woman came into sight. "Shit," he muttered again, more vehemently than before. "Who are you?"

[demonologist]

The woman turned to him, then Fred smiled warmly and stood up to greet him, "I know you. Charles..." Shifting to Illyria: "The angry one. Your words are like bile in my mouth."

[gunnfire]

Oh, that was freaky in a major way. He lifted his shoulders slightly, posture suddenly defensive.

"'Bout to show you angry."

[demonologist]

Illyria cocks her head at him, her expression not changing. "You dare to bleat at me. Insolence from a lowly primate. I will not stand for it." Then it morphs back into Fred again. "Awwh, come on, don't be like that. Look, Charles, isn't she just the most adorable thing ever?" She puts a gentle hand on his arm and tries to coax him to look at...the non-existent baby. "She has Wesley's eyes." Then her countenance changes again. It's Lilah who's smiling up at him, but it's more of a cruel smirk. "I'm thinking of offering it up to the Senior Partners."

[gunnfire]

"Make up your mind," Gunn sneers a little coldly, jerking back as the illusion attempts to touch his arm. "Where the hell is Wes? This is fucked up in a bad way."

The thought of Wesley and Fred having a baby at all, though, leaves a horrible taste in his mouth.

[demonologist]

It was Fred again who addressed him. "I don't know. He's probably around here somewhere in this big ole brain of his." She fluttered her hand vaguely around herself. "Isn't it amazing? It just goes on and on and on forever. Kinda like pi. I could wander around in it for years and still not have found all of his nooks and crannies. Such a funny phrase that. Like what's a cranny even mean? Wes would know. We should go ask him. Here, you hold Patricia."

She started to hand over the blanket to Gunn.

[gunnfire]

"No."

Gunn spat the word, startled as she started to hand the blanket over. He didn't want to see it, didn't want to touch it, and he flung his hands up as if he'd just touched a stove.

"I think I want to get out of here. No need to talk to Wes." A pause. "Got.. things to do."

[demonologist]

Fred gave him a slightly hurt and bemused look but stopped what she was doing and cradled the blanket protectively again.

Then her skin turned blue again and her expression took on a more blank and alien mien. "You also have feelings for this shell. Her form pleases you." She held up a gloved hand, gazing at it with detached curiosity.

Lilah returned and she chuckled derisively. "Come to check out the competition, Chuck? Can't say that I blame you." She circled around him, leaning in to speak close to his ear. Her tone was both seductive and deliberately cutting. "The things he would do to me. Bet you're worried he'll do them to little Miss Twiggy. And that she might like it."

[gunnfire]

"This isn't an issue of jealousy, you stupid bitch." Harsher, maybe, than he usually would have been, but he knew this was all linked to Wesley, that it wasn't real, and it was unnerving him in a bad way. He lifted his hand to swat at her as if she were a particularly aggravating insect, taking a few careful strides backwards.

"I'm worried about her being hurt. Him hurting her - but I'm talking him right now, aren't I? In a way."

He wasn't sure what the details were exactly on the rooms, other than that they usually meant something to the person.

"But Fred can take care of herself, can't she?" At least until she gets turned into the host being of some parasitic demon.. but he'll ignore that for now.

[demonologist]

"Tell me about it. Who wants to leave themselves open to that kind of hurt? It's pathetic. Letting someone in enough that they actually know in intimate detail all of your hopes and fears, your weaknesses. What makes you vulnerable. What makes you happy? Screw that." Lilah-avatar shrugged again, her tone deliberately flippant. "You can't get hurt, if you just don't care."

Illyria then turns to address him again, a faintly bemused expression on her face.

"I do not understand. Why he still clung to the shell and would not suffer my wearing it. He tried to shoot me in the head. He dared attack a god. To end me with his bare hands. But it would not have brought her back. He knew this and yet that did not stop him."

A human hand reaches out to touch his arm and a sympathetic affectionate gaze looks back at him.

"I know what I'm getting into, Charles. He's not perfect. But none of us are. Not a single one of us."

[gunnfire]

"That what you tell yourself, Wesley?"

Gunn knew better than this. He had to get out of there; he couldn't keep engaging these shadows of people he knew. "Didn't it just east you alive? That she picked me over you."

He shook her - its - hand off, starting to back up.

"None of us are perfect, no. But some of us are less messed up than others. I got some paint to watch dry - I gotta go."