I looked up the definition of 'friend' once, so very long ago. I had been in China at the time, before the destruction of my brothers in the Deeper Well... back when I was still searching, seeking, trying to understand humanity and yet trapped within the world alone ( Read more... )

He left.

I knew he would do so, and yet it still struck me, hurt me, ached in a way that I could not understand... the waves pulling from him as I had merely touched his face were those of anger... distrust... and more, more that I had no human words to describe.

"You presume one thing incorrectly, Illyria. You might be real... but I'm not. Not ( Read more... )

Blood covered my hands ( Read more... )

I was simply watching the store for Willow while she slept. It was unusually quiet, the waves of energy I normally felt were silent. Walking about as Fred, examining the various objects within the store suddenly the screams within my mind were loud - far too loud ( Read more... )

Wesley was not my guide. Cain was my enemy. Willow was my friend. These were constants in my universe as I had come to know it, and yet it seemed as though it was tested daily as my new humanity blossomed.

( Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months... A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. )

Illyria - noun. The location for the setting of William Shakespeare's play, Twelfth Night, also known as What You Will. An actual location off the coast of the Adriatic Sea in what is known today as Albania.

- O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou ( Read more... )

My eyes had shut, but my mind was whirling ( Read more... )

Wesley and I had ventured out of the enclosed space that was now my home only to find arguments. I had moved away, quietly, observing it all with disinterest, until the leader by default - the Slayer - had ordered us back. Back to the room ( Read more... )

I noticed a slight change in the air surrounding Spike, and could only assume that the witch had sent some sorcery upon him to aid in his survival. Perhaps I had been hasty in thinking her a murderer.

I was most thankful to finally speak with the mortal known as 'Giles', since he provided useful information to me at last.

( A Meeting of Wills )

((Continued from HERE))

"So Wesley kissed....you, hoping to remember. And you kissed him back, wanting to discover."I considered her words carefully before deciding that it was, possibly, the trth of the matter. "Perhaps," was all I said before placing the box down and holding the spoon in my hand, moving it about and looking at it before placing ( Read more... )