[visual] And He's Gone

[the_ex_watcher]

[The journal turns on by itself. It's propped up on Wesley's desk, showing its owner sitting up on his bed reading a heavy-looking book. Suddenly he looks up at something off-screen, his expression inscrutable. Slowly and carefully, he closes the book, places it on the side table, swings his legs over, and stands up.]Well then. Let's get on with it

Comments

Voice

[alwaysmoony]

[his voice is intent, urgent, devoid of pain or weariness] Wesley?

...No, of course you can't hear me. [and how he sounds bitter with helplessness] Damn it.

[slaying]

[Not another one--Buffy makes her frustration known over the network.]