Wesley Wyndam-Pryce (watcher_pryce) wrote in dust_till_dawn, @ 2009-03-22 21:16:00 |
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Current mood: | moody |
Who: Wesley and Lilah
What: An evening at home?
When: After Wes ran into Faith
Wher: At their apartment
Status: Incomplete
Having a foul mood would be the best way to describe Wesley Wyndam-Pryce at the moment. He'd gone out for a drink, or two, maybe even three. Then he'd ran into Faith. That on its own wasn't the reason for his foul mood. He and Faith got along pretty bloody well all things considered. She did torture him for hours, just for kicks and Angel's attention after all. No running into Faith wasn't the reason he was in a foul mood.
The reason was that she'd run away. Just like Cordelia had ran off. Why was it no one ever gave him a chance? Not to talk, not to explain anything. Nothing. All they did was have * their* say and then run off. Leaving him in shambled, or baffled or just-- in a very foul mood. It was almost a sense of deja-vu to be honest. Though not quite as dramatic as the last time, where his friends had turned their backs on him without giving him the chance to explain.
Seemed to be his lot in life. Fail every bloody task he was given. And never been given a chance to explain. Oh, and have people run away from for reasons he couldn't quite fathom.
Angel had run away from him, in away. Even before the whole Angelus thing. Wesley thought he'd been worth more then this. After all it had been Angel who'd dragged him away from his new found life and dropped him here just so Wesley was left to paddle on his own. Then the whole Angelus thing happened, which still confused Wesley to no end. But with Angelus gone and Angel back-- the least the vampire could do was contact Wesley. He had after gone out night after bloody night to hunt the damn vampire.
Then Cordelia had come to see him. Not getting the reception she had anticipated, her majesty had ran off without giving Wesley any chance to explain either. And she hadn't been back since, nor contacted him in any way. It was her move, or so Wesley though. She'd been the one to close the door on him. Literally. And Wesley still didn't know why.
And now Faith. Wesley really thought she'd open up to him. Talk about what was bothering her. In a way she had, making Wesley almost feel part of the fight again. Almost as if he *wasn't * out here alone fighting the bloody good fight. But just as he was offering her advice, hoping to have found – if not a kindred then a similar – soul, only to have her run off as well.
If he weren't so British Wesley might have gotten a complex from it. Hell, he still might.
Hence the foul mood when he came home from his encounter with Faith. He'd contemplated getting drunk of his arse. Just because. But then he was reminded of a certain woman who had anything *but * ran away from him. They might fight at times, they might be on different sides, but at least with Lilah he knew what he was getting into. Knew what he got. Knew that when push came to shove-- she'd still be there.
How odd was that? To thinking about that, he had decided not to get drunk off his arse but to go home instead.
“Dear lord, I'm so whipped,” he muttered as he turned the key and entered the apartment. “Lilah?” he called out, half hoping she was there and half not. The mood he was in being the reason he hope she wasn't. And was. Maybe she could lift up his spirits.