Angel for lost_heros
I walked into the lobby, slowly and awkwardly. Everything was still fuzzy around the edges, and not very steady. I wavered, before I grabbed a stair railing, and sat down on the steps. Wesley had left, and I had managed to get into the hotel by myself, v e r y s l o w l y.
Meanwhile, I couldn't hear anyone around. Probably just as good... I wasn't really in the mood to deal with a lot of people just yet. All I wanted was to go to sleep, and wake up and deal with it all in the morning.
Cordelia would be pissed and worried, because I had stood her up, and been under the ocean for about three months... meanwhile, she'd also be ticked that my teenaged, rebellious son had thrown me in the ocean.
Gunn and Fred would be worried, the latter more than the former, I guessed. They would also probably be mad at Connor...
Connor himself would be withdrawn, more than likely. He had thrown me down there, with the hopes of never seeing me again. Connor was convince that I had killed Holtz... which was exactly what Holtz had wanted. His last act of revenge...
I sighed, and slowly pushed myself up, beginning to go up the stairs. I needed a shower, but mostly... I needed blood. Blood, and sleep, even though I had spent most of the last few months in a starvation-induced sleep, where I was haunted by those terrible dreams...
Step by step, I forced myself upstairs. I'd get some blood, then... then see what was going on. The other deserved to know I was here, deserved to know what Connr had done... but they'd be fine for another night. I just needed to think...
((open for anyone in the hotel))
Meanwhile, I couldn't hear anyone around. Probably just as good... I wasn't really in the mood to deal with a lot of people just yet. All I wanted was to go to sleep, and wake up and deal with it all in the morning.
Cordelia would be pissed and worried, because I had stood her up, and been under the ocean for about three months... meanwhile, she'd also be ticked that my teenaged, rebellious son had thrown me in the ocean.
Gunn and Fred would be worried, the latter more than the former, I guessed. They would also probably be mad at Connor...
Connor himself would be withdrawn, more than likely. He had thrown me down there, with the hopes of never seeing me again. Connor was convince that I had killed Holtz... which was exactly what Holtz had wanted. His last act of revenge...
I sighed, and slowly pushed myself up, beginning to go up the stairs. I needed a shower, but mostly... I needed blood. Blood, and sleep, even though I had spent most of the last few months in a starvation-induced sleep, where I was haunted by those terrible dreams...
Step by step, I forced myself upstairs. I'd get some blood, then... then see what was going on. The other deserved to know I was here, deserved to know what Connr had done... but they'd be fine for another night. I just needed to think...
((open for anyone in the hotel))