Letting himself be led into, apparently the Magic box if the sounds of the traffic were anything to go by, Wesley steeled himself. He wasn’t looking forward to facing the others at all. And the moment those thougths left his brain, he noticed the irony of it. He wasn’t going to be doing any facing, let alone looking
( ... )
Giles sighed. He wanted to stay by Wesley's side as much as possible, but he wasn't sure how Wesley would react to that. He smiled his thanks to Buffy and nodded. When Wesley jumped at Xander's touch, Giles moved closer to his love, making sure his shoulder brushed Wesley's.
"There was a doll on our doorstep a few nights ago. I checked it before I brought it inside the wards, but . . . clearly not well enough. It, uh, its eyes were . . . poked out. It was something stolen from the shop. I had planned to give it to Marjory and something . . ." Giles went to the table and opened one of the books to a picture of the demon he and Wesley had found the other day. "This, we believe, took it. It's in the back, I'll get it."
Wesley felt Giles' presence before he *actually* felt it. He didn't think the man was hovering, though it was close call. It was hard not to get annoyed by it, but Wesley suspected a lot of things would annoy him at the moment. Things, which normally wouldn't annoy him at all. He took a deep breath and quickly got himself under control again
( ... )
"Yes, well . . . Appearances are deceiving and all that." Giles really didn't like to touch the thing. He handed it off to Willow as soon as he could and the moment she touched it she dropped it onto the table.
"Okay, that thing? E. V. I. L!" Willow shuddered elaborately and Giles sighed, closing his eyes. If the spell was that obvious to Willow and he'd someone how managed to miss it not once, but twice, he was clearly slipping.
"The question is how do we undo this?" He asked, looking to Wesley. Honestly, he would have rather his lover had been able to see--and yell at him for--the pity in his eyes. God, he hated to see Wesley hurting, physically or not.
It frustrated him to no end that he couldn't just walk straight over to his lover. Just walk over there and wrap his arms around the man and never let go. But he couldn't, he didn't even really know where the damn door was. Except that it must be somewhere near the voice, Giles' voice
( ... )
Giles squeezed his partner's arm, hoping he could help to reassure Wesley, though he doubted such was possible at the moment. With everything that was happening . . . he couldn't blame Wesley for worrying.
"Why don't we use my office? There's enough room and we can shut the door," Giles said to Willow, glancing over her shoulder to see the others. They were all sitting at the table, watching Wesley, the girls, and him intently. When they realized they'd been caught, they all turned quickly back to the books they were supposed to be reading.
"That's fine," Willow agreed with a bright, false smile, and Giles turned back to Wesley.
Wesley just stood there, waiting. It wasn’t as though he could do much else for now. Or in the near future if his case of bad luck moved the way it had now. His mind kept going over and over, trying to figure out who’d do this to them? He’d been so certain that this had been aimed at Giles, and now he was even more sure of that. What better way to harm his lover then to harm the one he loved? Were the roles reverse, Wesley
( ... )
Giles guided Wesley the few feet back into the office, to where they would do the spell. He stayed standing with Wesley while Willow and Tara made their preparations. He kept a hand on Wesley's back at first and then finally gave in and slipped his arms around his partner, resting his chin on Wesley's shoulder.
There wasn't much he could say now, nothing he hadn't said before at any rate. He hoped that his actions would speak for him and he squeezed Wesley gently, knowing it had to be disconcerting to have people moving around you when you couldn't see them.
The witches quickly finished, however, and Willow moved to stand in front of them, Tara behind them.
"Okay. We're ready. It won't take long," Willow said, the false cheer and smile gone from her face. Instead she was serious and focused.
“Giles,” Wesley sighed in return. “You were the one who told me that this detection spell may be uncomfortable and hurt a little. And yet you all seemed rather surprised when it did
( ... )
"It isn't the discomfort that was surprising, Wesley," Giles stood, clamping down on his temper. Now wasn't the time to get annoyed, though he rather thought it was getting closer and closer.
He understood Wesley's position. He knew how terrifying losing one's sight could be, but at least they knew something about the cause. "It was the pain. It shouldn't have started until Willow began trying to break the spell. Do you . . ." Giles paused, his forehead furrowing. "What do you remember? Do you remember Willow asking you if she should try and break the spell?"
This was getting them exactly nowhere. Giles was saying almost the exact opposite from what he was saying back then. Wesley was starting to get confused, even more so then he already was. If that was Giles goal, the congratulations, he had succeeded.
Sighing, he moved to lean back against the desk automatically, barely remembering in time that he didn’t know if there was a desk behind me. Since he couldn’t look and he didn’t want to look like an idiot by fumbling behind him and feel. And he really didn’t like the way Giles just shoved and completely ignored his worries about Willow. That was rather worrying.
”Yes, no, I don’t know,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. He had this sudden urge to just poke his eyes out and get it over and done with. “I just want this over with,” he whispered, “I hate the dark.” Wesley just wanted to go home and hide in the safety of their bed, pretend this never happened. But that was going to be unlikely.
"I know, love, but this is quite important, or I wouldn't be pressing." Giles moved to stand in front of Wesley, reaching out to brush his knuckles down Wesley's face, to let him know that he was there. "Do you remember that? What do you remember happening after Willow asked?"
Giles could barely contain his worry. The urge to move, to pace, to do something was intense, but he didn't want to make Wesley any more agitated than he already was. Beyond that, pacing wouldn't help.
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"There was a doll on our doorstep a few nights ago. I checked it before I brought it inside the wards, but . . . clearly not well enough. It, uh, its eyes were . . . poked out. It was something stolen from the shop. I had planned to give it to Marjory and something . . ." Giles went to the table and opened one of the books to a picture of the demon he and Wesley had found the other day. "This, we believe, took it. It's in the back, I'll get it."
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"Okay, that thing? E. V. I. L!" Willow shuddered elaborately and Giles sighed, closing his eyes. If the spell was that obvious to Willow and he'd someone how managed to miss it not once, but twice, he was clearly slipping.
"The question is how do we undo this?" He asked, looking to Wesley. Honestly, he would have rather his lover had been able to see--and yell at him for--the pity in his eyes. God, he hated to see Wesley hurting, physically or not.
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"Why don't we use my office? There's enough room and we can shut the door," Giles said to Willow, glancing over her shoulder to see the others. They were all sitting at the table, watching Wesley, the girls, and him intently. When they realized they'd been caught, they all turned quickly back to the books they were supposed to be reading.
"That's fine," Willow agreed with a bright, false smile, and Giles turned back to Wesley.
"Is that all right with you, love?"
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There wasn't much he could say now, nothing he hadn't said before at any rate. He hoped that his actions would speak for him and he squeezed Wesley gently, knowing it had to be disconcerting to have people moving around you when you couldn't see them.
The witches quickly finished, however, and Willow moved to stand in front of them, Tara behind them.
"Okay. We're ready. It won't take long," Willow said, the false cheer and smile gone from her face. Instead she was serious and focused.
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He understood Wesley's position. He knew how terrifying losing one's sight could be, but at least they knew something about the cause. "It was the pain. It shouldn't have started until Willow began trying to break the spell. Do you . . ." Giles paused, his forehead furrowing. "What do you remember? Do you remember Willow asking you if she should try and break the spell?"
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Sighing, he moved to lean back against the desk automatically, barely remembering in time that he didn’t know if there was a desk behind me. Since he couldn’t look and he didn’t want to look like an idiot by fumbling behind him and feel. And he really didn’t like the way Giles just shoved and completely ignored his worries about Willow. That was rather worrying.
”Yes, no, I don’t know,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. He had this sudden urge to just poke his eyes out and get it over and done with. “I just want this over with,” he whispered, “I hate the dark.” Wesley just wanted to go home and hide in the safety of their bed, pretend this never happened. But that was going to be unlikely.
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Giles could barely contain his worry. The urge to move, to pace, to do something was intense, but he didn't want to make Wesley any more agitated than he already was. Beyond that, pacing wouldn't help.
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