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Thinking

Apr 03, 2005 12:35

Woke up the next morning, and saw that he was still asleep, my leg kinda curled on him and an arm around his chest. Weird... I never did that snuggling shit. I slowly pulled myself offa him and turned on my side, blinking my eyes at the time ( Read more... )

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prodigalwatcher April 4 2005, 14:27:01 UTC

The dreams came, and I'd been expecting them. It was the usual mixture of images and sensations that had been occupying my sleep since I'd made the decision to leave Los Angeles. Heated, lurid and painfully precise recollections of sex with Faith, threaded through with fantasies of it, thoughts of the things I might do, of what I might want to do, some of it suprising and near unthinkable ( ... )

wesleys_slayer April 7 2005, 10:40:57 UTC

Wes finally fucking woke up, and I glanced over at him quickly before turning my attention to my cig and the outside world as he ate.

"I'd be a fool if I even suggested you give those up, wouldn't I?"

"Pretty much."

"So I suppose I won't, then."

"Good idea," I whispered before taking another nice, long drag and letting the nicotine burn its way down my lungs. Made me feel less numb with the bonus of a fucking hangover - which I hadda wonder if that was what he had with the drinking water shit. Or else it was too early to start in on his expensive Scotch or whatever.

"Tell me what you see," he asked quietly, and I sighed, looking down. Moment of truth, right ( ... )

prodigalwatcher April 8 2005, 00:29:10 UTC

Faith was looking out of the window, but it was clear to me that she wasn't seeing the concrete and steel canyons, the neon signs, the throngs of the first rush of workers spilling out of the subway exits and onto the sidewalks. Her sight was as inward and thoughtful as I think I'd ever known Faith to be.

"I see a city full of people who don't know shit about the real world. I see a long road ahead with nothing but pain for you and me in the future."

There was something to that, I had to admit. I'd never lied to myself to the extent that I'd believed resuming my duties as Faith's Watcher would be an easy road to hoe. But it had been a hell of a lot bumpier than I'd ever imagined, and it wasn't likely to get smoother anytime soon.

"I see me fucking up again and again and disappointing you, getting us in trouble, forcing us both to forget about any semblance of a fucking life that we wanted."I wanted to interrupt her, to tell her that she was wrong. I wanted to tell her that she was letting her fear get in the way of things. But ( ... )

wesleys_slayer April 9 2005, 19:23:53 UTC

Wes let me ramble on for as long as I wanted, but then he got that far-off look that I hated and I frowned, following his eyes out the window. Shit, we were in for one of those talks, huh?

"I see the city that is supposed to be a place where those who are strong, those who can adapt and change and persevere can thrive. A city where people invent and reinvent themselves every day."

Yeah. How come I had a feeling that we weren't talking about 'the city' anymore? Gee, maybe cuz everything he was saying was somehow pointed at me. Was he trying for another of his fucking lessons or something?

"I see someone who doesn't belong where they thought they were supposed to. Someone who has seen things, known things... and done things that would make the pure of heart turn away in shock. I see a person who was abandoned and left to fend for themselves, and in doing so became as hard and cold and sharp as steel on the outside and frightened and angry and sorrowful on the inside."He was sitting down on the couch, as far away from me as he could ( ... )

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