Continued from HereThe kitten meows pitifuly and Illyria agrees with her ( Read more... )

Continued from HereWesley was puzzled by Illyria's facial expression. Or expressions rather. She seemed to have a whole range lately. He had noticed that, but had chosen not to mention it. He didn't want to see them. Because seeing them would mean acknowledging them, and that would mean that Illryria was more human then he'd liked to believe ( Read more... )

Continued from HereIllyria had been dreaming, and Wesley was still surprised at that. He wasn't sure if those were her dreams or...Fred's. He gathered, from what little she had told him that they were her dreams and not Fred's. Still he wasn't certain and he wasn't about to ask. It still hurt to look at her, and he supposed it always would. But all ( Read more... )

Continued from HereWhen Wesley woke up again it was once again the smell that alerted me to the fact that, yes, he was still in the bloody hospital. Illyria had taken him there. She had been worried about him dying, apparently. The God-King having feelings? Actually emotions? There's a very frightening thought. Wesley had very little doubt that ( Read more... )

She was... concerned ( Read more... )