Apr 24, 2010 11:06
Wesley's absence still nags at her. A festering wound that refuses to heal. It annoys her, how much she's bothered by it.
Only now does she allow herself to dwell on it. A god-king such as her is beyond all things - beyond time, beyond flesh, beyond feeling. And yet, in this place, she's bound by all three.
She enters Wesley's office. Illyria approaches his desk, runs a hand on its surface, remembers.
Her tablet catches this one word from her mouth: "Wesley."
...only mere moments before the sounds of wood and glass shattering and breaking follow that broadcast.
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