past had lot a great deal of its clarity. It was difficult for him to differentiate between events that had occurred and dreams that he’d had.
Poor Wes. If I were in his shoes I wouldn't know how to act either.
Wes being able to imagine Gunn & Fred, and a possible threesome. *sigh* Now I have the urge to find Wes/Gunn/Fred fic :P
Wesley had always understood that about her, because being touched was still a novelty to him, too.
Sweet and sad.
That slow smile, like ice water melting down his spine, the surprise and relief turning to a trickle of unease. “Off on some noble mission to help the poor, oppressed and stupid? Uh…no, Wes, that was just your crushy little fanboy fantasy. I’m the morning after – the chill reality. We both know my name, and it isn’t ‘Angel’.”
Ah... enter Angelus! I love how you write him - the morning after, LOL!! I couldn't agree more :P
And that was very kind of Giles to throw the holy water. I felt so badly for Wes when he looked at his wrist and saw no marks there. My poor woobie.
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Date: 2005-11-14 04:42 am (UTC)Poor Wes. If I were in his shoes I wouldn't know how to act either.
Wes being able to imagine Gunn & Fred, and a possible threesome. *sigh* Now I have the urge to find Wes/Gunn/Fred fic :P
Wesley had always understood that about her, because being touched was still a novelty to him, too.
Sweet and sad.
That slow smile, like ice water melting down his spine, the surprise and relief turning to a trickle of unease. “Off on some noble mission to help the poor, oppressed and stupid? Uh…no, Wes, that was just your crushy little fanboy fantasy. I’m the morning after – the chill reality. We both know my name, and it isn’t ‘Angel’.”
Ah... enter Angelus! I love how you write him - the morning after, LOL!! I couldn't agree more :P
And that was very kind of Giles to throw the holy water. I felt so badly for Wes when he looked at his wrist and saw no marks there. My poor woobie.