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May 09, 2005 12:17

Continued from HereDidn't take Faith long to join me in my room. I had to grin when she made another face when she drank from the bottle again. Really not used to the good alcohol I guess. Though, I doubt you can actually get any good stuff in jail. Especially at her age. Not sure though. Maybe when they catch me I'll have a chance to find out. ( Read more... )

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prodigal_slayer May 13 2005, 01:19:24 UTC

Tilting my head at him, I finally plopped down on the bed beside him and took another swig out of the bottle I still held tightly in one hand. "I dunno." I finally answered him with a shrug. The real question was, what wasn't I sorry for? Could start with that impromptu torture session the two of us had back in the day. But why start there? Why not go all the way back to the first time we were in the Dale together and apologize for bein' such a shitty slayer, even though he was just as shitty a watcher. No, no more I'm sorrys. That wasn't what we needed. Well, I wasn't sure what he needed but I could take a few educated guesses ( ... )

watcher_pryce May 13 2005, 22:26:30 UTC

The bed bounced when she flopped down next to me, making me pause bringing the bottle up to my mouth. Glancing at her from the corner of my eyes, I take a swing and let out a sigh. Now that really is the better stuff, I could find myself getting lost in the bottle again quite easily. As I've done so many times in the past.

Looking over at her when she says she doesn't know why she's sorry, I raise my eyebrow. I can think of a few things she could be sorry for. Then again, I could think of a few things I should be sorry for as well when it comes to her. And for some reason both of us have a bit of trouble when it comes to actual apologizing. So why start now ( ... )

wickedslayer May 16 2005, 04:12:41 UTC

"Not a vampire." I announced quietly as I tentatively reached out my fingertips and traced them along his chest before sliding his shirt open slightly. Glancing up into his face I saw that he looked slightly startled but not appalled that I was touchin' him like this. Okay, that was a good sign at least. "No problem." Letting the bottle fall softly to the carpeted floor I traced my fingertips up towards his shoulder, pushing his shirt off of his chest completely. Frowning I saw all the scars that existed there and I knew he'd had worse. Worse from me. But nothin' was as bad as that scar across his neck ( ... )

_wes_pryce_ May 16 2005, 05:49:25 UTC

Startled, I looked at her as she traced her fingers over my skin. I knew what she'd see there. Hell, some of what she'd see there was her handy work. I wonder if she's able to pick them out. Much like a signature, or a finger print. At this point I couldn't, only a few. The one on my collar bone for example. And the one on my arm of course. That one was hard to forget, it made my arm useless for quite some time. Hell, I could still feel it sometimes ( ... )

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watcher_pryce May 19 2005, 05:31:04 UTC

Taking another swig, I give her a dry look. "Well, you can always try later," I reply to her missing out remark. Not as though I could even begin to try to keep up with her. Might be fun to see how long I'll last. Though, not now. It would seem she's not really in the mood. Then again, I'm never certain in *what* mood she does seem to be. Especially not if she's talking to...ghosts ( ... )

neverbeenfree May 19 2005, 07:23:21 UTC

Taking another swig out of the bottle, I plopped down on the chair near the door, as I ashed my cigarette lazily in an empty soda can sitting on the table. My eyes followed him curiously as he got up and walked to the bathroom. Coming out with the first aid kit he began rummaging through it, completely bare ass naked. Not that I was complainin' or nothin' it just seemed weird. I was supposed to be the one with no shame, and here I was hiding over on the other side of the room fully clothed. I'd spent so long hiding away from everything I wasn't sure that I'd ever be able to stop doing that ( ... )

watcher_pryce May 19 2005, 12:42:15 UTC

Why do I keep putting that kit as far away as possible all the time? It's not as though I'll never need it. Far from it in fact, especially in our line of work. Finally locating it in my duffelbag in the bathroom, I pad out and put it on the table. I rummage through it until I find what I'll need. It's not that bad, I just hope those bringers aren't toting around any odd knives. Dipped in poison. Well no, then Faith would've been sick as well. Good ( ... )

prodigal_slayer May 20 2005, 23:54:46 UTC

"Are you sure he wants anything from you?" I asked, when he talked about Giles. He shot me a sharp look and I only matched it with one of my own. What? I wasn't the only one who got to play royal fuck up around here. He was just as bad a mistake as a watcher as I was a slayer. No fair if he got to get off scot free while B was tryin' to toss my ass outta town. Sure, he'd never killed people but he didn't exactly have the super powers to pull that off, now did he? He still sucked as a watcher, and I was sure to never forget it. I was just a little more forgiving than Buffy. Probably because I understood while those big shiny perfect superhero types never did anything wrong. Like stabbing me in the gut. Not that I was bitter ( ... )

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watcher_pryce May 28 2005, 22:02:51 UTC

Goddamit, does she *ever* listen? No, of course not. You should've learned that a long time ago, Pryce. She just loves to push buttons and she finally found one she could push when it came to me. I didn't like it. I didn't like it one bit. I had the feeling there was something more going on then just her morbid interest in a scar. Couldn't figure out what though. And it wasn't as though she was going to answer if I ever had the gal to ask ( ... )

neverbeenfree May 30 2005, 02:24:28 UTC

I narrowed my eyes up at him as he pushed my wrists into the mattress and asked me if I could actually do something. Hey! I could do stuff, I could do alot of....stuff. Well, okay right now I was a little bit on the useless side cause I was wicked drunk but besides that? I was sure I could still do...stuff. Pouting a little bit, I raised my hips slightly off the bed, grinding them against him harder. See? Could do stuff no problem yo ( ... )

watcher_pryce May 30 2005, 05:55:47 UTC

Hot. She thinks it makes me look hot. That's possibly the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Which only tells me just how bloody drunk she is. It's almost like taking advantage of her. If this weren't Faith, and if we'd not already had... fun... in my room. Still don't know where that came from. Can't seem to care either ( ... )

prodigal_slayer June 3 2005, 01:38:48 UTC

My lips fell open and I let out another groan, pressing my hips against him as he moved his mouth from my nipples up my neck. Tie me to the bed and play? Yes please. He was already teasing me to the brink though and it was weird. Usually I'd be all tryin' to get what I wanted. Dive right into the good stuff, ya know? Sure, I was no stranger to kink but most guys just wanted to get off and go home. Suited me just fine. Didn't think anybody'd ever stopped to pay much attention to my needs ( ... )

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