WHO || Faith Lehane (
watcherless) and Wesley Wyndam-Pryce (
marlborocousin)
WHAT || Faith thinks that everyone selling their souls to Wolfram & Hart was the world's dumbest life choice. Also, Spike stays dead, and Cleveland sucks.
WHERE || Los Angeles, CA.
WHEN || Angel 5.01
HOW || Prose.
(
leave all your love and your longing behind, you can't carry it with you if you wanna survive )
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At least, looking through his files was what he was doing before there was a Faith all in his face. He balked and rolled his desk chair back an inch or two. His great big British personal space bubble was being invaded.
"We're giving the corporation a makeover." And that was his flat final answer on that.
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"'Cause, uh. I gotta say, kinda looks the same as last time I was here." There was a beat as she paced nearer to the desk again. "Mmm, yeah. Except for one thing." She narrowed her gaze, dropping her arms to the side. "Usually it's not filled with guys who like to pretend they're the good ones." The casual taunting and snark there seemed to ease up, because it was time for an intervention.
"What the hell are you on? You don't slap on a new shade of paint and suck all the evil out. Take it from the chick who's mucked in enough evil to have a pretty damn good idea of that."
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"Our latest plan is to go through the files for the clientele and eliminate the … least desirable." He was very proper with his language, just like he was 90 percent of the time. "You're welcome to join in."
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