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wickedslayer in makingamends

All the things I should have said to you

Jan 17, 2005 05:04

My feet slipped over the dewy grass as I ran, I didn't even know how far or how fast but it was never far or fast enough. They always caught one, always. Just as I saved my own skin, another girl went down. Cold hands pressing her into the grass, the silver glint of a blade shining in the moonlight. I didn't know how I could still be propelling ( Read more... )

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_wes_pryce_ January 17 2005, 16:52:27 UTC

While Faith was resting some more, I went about to do some research. Unfortunately, most of my books were still over at the Hyperion. And I could go get the, they are after all my sodding books, I could do without the death glares. Or death threats for that matter. Or actual death if Angel would be there, no matter how much he insisted we were 'okay' again. One does not easily forget getting shoved a pillow in the face when one already has trouble breathing ( ... )

wickedslayer January 18 2005, 10:32:08 UTC

I settled my gaze on him and watched pale eyes sweep over me. Suddenly I felt sort of self-conscious as he looked me over. Funny how he was the only one that could make me feel that way. Course it could always be because I couldn't remember the last time I saw a guy look at me that way. Probably a side-effect of bein' trapped in a building full of other female inmates for the last few years ( ... )

_wes_pryce_ January 18 2005, 18:59:17 UTC

I nodded at her remark about being starved absentminded, turning another page in the book. This is getting me nowhere fast and I doubt that any of the books over at the Hyperion would help me out in this case. I could hear Faith rummaging through the cupboards muttering under her breath. Then the fridge opened and I'm surprised nothing jumped out of there and attacked her ( ... )

wickedslayer January 18 2005, 21:43:40 UTC

Digging my spoon into the soggy cereal, I shoved a spoonful into my mouth and chewed loudly before swallowing it down. Shit. I really could have been tempted to saw off my left arm for a pack of Marlboros. Didn't imagine that Wes smoked, or had any cigarettes layin' around. No, that would just be way too conveniant. Maybe there was a store nearby that I could hit up.

I frowned as he told me that he wasn't really findin' anything useful. Well that was on the suck side of things, really would like to know more about those guys who decided breakin' into prison to stab me was fun and games.

"Yeah." I finally said after a few minutes. "Same as always. There's the running and the stabbing and the death. Gotta love bein' a slayer." Not only was I supposed to have a short brutal life, but apparently my dreams were supposed to be short and brutal too. "I dunno. I feel like there's something there though. Like...the big picture that I'm just not gettin'."

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_wes_pryce_ January 20 2005, 21:58:46 UTC

She seems surprised that I said yes. If she expected me to say no, then why did she ask? Though, one had a no but one can get a yes, I suppose. Not that I'm looking forward to going back to that place of doom. Sunnydale, the town where I made the first of so many failures. Failing Faith being the first. And now we're going back, to help. Do they even want our help? Or will they just blink at us, laugh and then tell us to get the hell out.

We won't know until we've tried.

As she gets up, I move to pick up her mug and my cup to get up myself to put them in the sink. I blink at her and give her a confused look. Until I notice her bare legs. "Ah...Oh. Right, yes." Shrugging, I get up and put the dishes in the sink, and then walk over to my bedroom. "I think I've some sweatpants laying around you might fit," I tell her over my shoulder. They shrunk due to some demon mucus. I've no idea why I kept it. Rooting though my closet, I try to find them. They're not up to their usual standards, but they'll just have to do for now.

wickedslayer January 20 2005, 23:07:33 UTC

I waited behind him as he searched through the closet for a pair of sweatpants for me to wear. I was gonna need real clothes, and stuff....because honestly? I didn't have anything and I didn't even know where to start getting the things I needed. Guessed I should just be glad I was alive, cause that was really sayin' something after all this time. Damn. Barely twenty-one and I just sort of assumed I'd be dead by now ( ... )

_wes_pryce_ January 21 2005, 01:07:43 UTC

I rooted through the closet, finally locating the sweatpants. Handing them to her, I look at her and then turn her around to give her some privacy. It's one thing to pull her into a shirt when she's unconscious, but to rudely stare when she's getting dressed really isn't proper. Not that she seems to be embarrassed by it.

Nodding at her when she says she's descent, I walk back into the living room again. "We'll need to get you some clothes," I say softly, looking around for...for what? Things I'm going to take with me? Books, weapons those sort of things. I'm not going to be there forever I guess. I wonder if I should leave behind money for the rent. As if I have any to pay that much in advance. That much, how long are we going to be there anyway? Questions, questions and never answers. Isn't that familiar?

"You know the answer human. What you seek...is the question."And when you do know the answer, everything will go bollix up before you know it. Just one tiny mistake, one naive move and try to help out someone else and you ( ... )

wickedslayer January 21 2005, 23:22:16 UTC

"You said it." I said with a shrug as I sank down on the couch in the living room after giving the blood stain on the middle of it a disgusted look. I really had lost alot of blood, and totally ruined his couch from the looks of it. He should be all kinds of psyched to get out of this apartment, it was wicked depressing.

He didn't look too happy about it. He didn't look wicked sad about it either. Couldn't really tell how he was feelin' and vaguelly I wondered if he'd been studying Angel and the art of never havin' an expression on your face. He really was way different than the Wussley I used to know. Spend a couple years behind bars and things all up and change on you. Then again, some stuff stays the same. I was still really not lookin' forward to seein' my sister slayer anytime soon.

I wondered if he we should call and let them know we were comin'. Naw, I always did like takin' B by surprise. Besides calling them would probably only lead to me wussin' out and who needed that?

"I'm sor ( ... )

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