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Jul 02, 2005 19:17

They were arguing. Or rather, I think Faith was arguing. Since I heard her the most. I've no idea why I never noticed before how voices carried this far in the hotel. Perhaps it was the silence. Perhaps it was the knowledge that there would never be anyone else here but us. Since the others were still gone. But I could almost hear every word they ( Read more... )

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__angel July 11 2005, 18:56:07 UTC

Faith and I walked downstairs to see Wes with his books. I didn't say anything, just looked at him and listened to him, not bothering to comment on the 'brooding' thing. If he had a son, he'd know how I'd feel. Then again? He took my son the first time and sent him to a dimension and now he's dead and this is what he tells me? Glad to see you dragged yourself away ... Shaking my head, I walked past Faith up toward Wes and stared at him in the eye ( ... )

prodigal_slayer July 12 2005, 18:34:47 UTC

Hangin' back behind Angel I watched as he made his little threats to Wes. Couldn't say I blamed the guy, and who'd have thought I'd be the one handlin' the broody one with a little bit of finesse, ya know? Didn't they teach finesse at all those fancy gay English finishing schools? Along with a bunch of other useless crap like balancing scones on your head or something. Seriously, the guy just lost his son -- someone had to cut him a little slack and suddenly I was startin' to understand why the two of 'em hadn't bothered to even talk to eachother since this whole thing started. At least not alone, I was always in the room. The uncomfortable observer. Great, all part of my road to redemption listenin' to the lovebirds go at it. Havin' their little spats ( ... )

watcher_pryce July 13 2005, 01:41:35 UTC

Slowly looking up from the books, I glared at Angel, clenching my jaw. Yes, by all means. Let's pretend your the only bloody one who's lost his family here shall we? Let's pretend I did not loose all my friends as well. Lets for a moment pretend I did not loose the woman I love because she had to follow him to the depth of hell. Lets for a moment pretend that we wouldn't have been there if he'd not taking the deal and wiped our memories. Lets for a moment pretend that I'll never know if Fred would've really loved me ( ... )

__angel July 20 2005, 22:23:54 UTC

Jumping a little, I watched as Wes stood up from his desk and loudly closed and slammed everything around. I understand that he has a right to mourn, but what I was doing wasn't brooding, it was mourning, there's a difference to me and he makes it seem like I don't have a right to. What gives him the right ( ... )

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__angel July 25 2005, 21:37:58 UTC

When we got inside, we figured out that it was just a bunch of kids, sitting around and smoking ... pot. Well, that doesn't help us get anywhere. How come I didn't smell it? I would have a mile away. Well, probably not a mile away, but I would have smelled it. Glancing around, I looked around the room and noticed how isolated they really were. Everything in this building it seemed was made with extra care so there wouldn't be any breakdowns. Perfect walls, different airvents and why am I thinking about this? I don't care ( ... )

prodigal_slayer July 25 2005, 21:51:03 UTC

Suddenly I was blinded by this wicked light and there was a slimy disgusting thing on my forehead. Swinging out blindly I tried to pull the tentacle off of me, then I tried to just punch and kick it away, but it held on for dear life. On Angel's command I suddenly smelled something burning as a sharp burst of air sailed past my head and into the tentacle. A gunshot I turned and gave Wes a grateful look as the demon finally let go of my forehead and hissed, recoiling at the gunshot wound. Oh, did she think that was a tough one to survive? Wait til she met my axe. Two axes that is now. The crack in the wall split so that we could actually see the Taxidermy demon goddess bitch in all her glory. We were too late and she'd already been unleashed. Great. Well, that meant a little ass kicking for us, now didn't it ( ... )

watcher_pryce July 26 2005, 05:05:24 UTC

I stood back while Faith and Angel did their punching job. Because let’s be honest, I’m not the one with violence issues. Nor am I the one who solves all problems with his fists. Levelling my shotgun, I kept aiming for the demon as she tried to free herself into the world. I kept well out of the way form Angel’s fists Wouldn’t want to get accidentally punched out now would I ( ... )

__angel July 26 2005, 10:46:10 UTC

Next thing I knew, I was fighting the demon, getting thrown off and now ... I was getting slapped by Wes and ... wait. Was I breathing? Wes looked worried and there might be a reason for that. Lifting my arm, I placed it over my chest and ... boobs? Okay, what was going on? Turning my head, dark hair fell in my face as I looked to the other side of the room ... at myself?

"What's going on?" I asked Wes and jumped up, leaning against the wall. Faith's voice. I was breathing, I was alive, but ... I was Faith. Looking down at myself, all I saw was cleavage and now I really knew I was Faith and ... wow, nice rack. No, wait, this is bad. This is really bad ( ... )

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watcher_pryce July 27 2005, 04:26:15 UTC

Did he just roll my eyes at me? I don’t recall Angel ever rolling…. No wait, he does at times Still, the word ‘weird’ once again comes to mind. And then he keeps insisting I stay and have a drink. With him. Why? For old times sake? He can’t even look me in the eyes! Sure he doesn’t blame me for Connor’s death. Funny how I don’t believe one word of that ( ... )

prodigal_slayer July 27 2005, 21:08:12 UTC

Well, I couldn't exactly tell him that I actually was speaking for Faith, considering I am her just stuck in a very tall, very pretty, very cold and sort of manly body. But hey, what was a prig? I gave him a confused look as he called me one, or well Angel I guess. I guess Angel was a prig if that meant a condescending asshole. He could be one of those sometimes but I knew why I stuck around. I stuck around because I loved him and he was there for me when I needed him, ya know? Wasn't gonna turn my back on him when he needed me most even if he was bein' an idiot. Suddenly every single one of my old issues with Wes was just springin' up all over the place. He just gave up. Always givin' up on the things that needed him most. Like his crazy slayer who just...fuck! I just needed help and he couldn't help but be an asshole to me. Part of the reason I tied him up to a chair and carved pretty pictures into his flesh. Because I just wanted him to stop being such a condescending prick for a little while. Oooh. Is that what a prig was? Because ( ... )

watcher_pryce July 27 2005, 22:40:25 UTC

“Yes you are,” I contradict him, taking a step back. He is talking for Faith. As though he knows what she’s thinking or know what she’ll do. Bastard. Just like he used to with me in the good old days. I didn’t mind so much then, but I do now. I guess we both have changed to much. Or maybe I have. I miss the old days, I miss the days when it was just the three of us. It’s the three of us again now, only with Faith in the mix now. But it’ll never be the same. Too much has happened. And those two have so much chemistry between each other it frightens me. Perhaps it would be best if I left ( ... )

prodigal_slayer July 27 2005, 23:09:52 UTC

I stopped at the doorway listening to what he was saying. He nearly died for Angel. Hell, I'd do the same thing and I wondered if there would ever be a day that I'd be ready to up and walk away from the whole mess. Granted, I been in prison for most of my friendship with Angel but I was the one who always listened. I knew what a hard headed idiot he could be when he got all wrapped up in something. He'd march straight in there and throw himself and every one of his friends right in the fire just to prove something. No big for me, I was a slayer, throw me in the fire anyway ya know? But it had to be wildly different for someone with absolutely no superpowers ( ... )

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