Wesley Wyndam Pryce (wes_the_watcher) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2011-03-08 17:39:00 |
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Current location: | Narcissa's Apartment |
Current mood: | worried |
Entry tags: | narcissa mareau, wesley wyndam pryce |
Wesley Has a BIG Freak Out
Who: Wesley and Narcissa
Where: Narcissa's Apartment
When: Evening, 3/1, right after this scene
After his talk with Ashleigh, Wesley immediately headed over to Narcissa's home. Sure, he knew that it was a bit ridiculous to immediately worry that something would happen to her, but he honestly didn't want a repeat of what had happened before. After he drove over, he ran out of the car and knocked on the door of her home.
"Bloody HELL! Hold on a tick!" Narcissa called out, OBVIOUSLY annoyed. Yes, she'd just come out of the shower, and was literally throwing clothes on as she walked toward the door. Her long blood-red hair was wet and dripping, and she had now-wet jeans and a Misfits tee on with no socks or shoes. Throwing the door open, her death-glare softened (only a LITTLE) when she saw who was there. "Wesley? Someone better bloody well be DEAD."
Instead of answering her right away, he instead just wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight, almost as if he was making sure that she was really there.
"Right-o. Um... Wesley?" She snarked, hugging him back before having to wrench herself from him. "Lungs need air, mate..."
He finally managed to let her go. "Sorry love," he said. "It's...I got reminded of when I lost you before. There's a vampire in the area who's taking the hearts out of people while they're still alive. Forgive me for being a bit...jumpy."
"Oh. Lovely." She said, trying to sound snarky even as she felt the color drain out of her. Hey... she knew how this reality's version of her died, ok? "If you'll excuse me, I think I'll go hide in my basement with 350 crosses and covered in stakes until this is over."
"Admittedly, I'd rather you did," he told her. "If it's the same one, and I don't believe there are a lot of vampires running around out there who do that, I'd rather her not find you again and think she didn't do it right the first time."
"I... *have* become rather attached to my heart, you know." She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest, her hair still dripping everywhere. "I'd rather it not get torn out of my sodding CHEST."
"I've become rather attached to YOU. I'm not going to let anything happen to you again." If he ever saw that vampire bitch again, he was going to personally light her on FIRE.
"I'll be ok, Wesley, alright?" She hugged him tightly, sighing a little. Sure, she was scared shitless right now... but wasn't this part of love? Being there to comfort your partner when they were ready to shit their pants over something?
He hugged her back. "I know I'm being a bit of a nut. At least I realize that, right?" he asked. "I just...I can't lose you again. I know this sounds sad and cliched, but I need you like I need air. I don't function without you around." We saw what happened without her, right? He almost joined up with Wolfram & Hart, for crying out loud.
"Not really plannin' on pencilling 'dying' into my schedule anytime soon, Wes. Promise." She forced a smile, kissing his cheek sweetly. "Got too much to look forward to now."
"Good. You're not allowed," he said, almost sounding a little petulant, which was actually kind of hilarious sounding, coming from him. This also made him want to drag her away and get married RIGHT NOW, but he knew he shouldn't react like that.
"I still need to make a betting pool over how big of a train wreck Gueneviere's wedding will be." She snickered, lips curling into a smirk. "And before you say anything, I know you love her, but even YOU have to admit the chances of anything that girl does going according to plan are slim and none. And slim just went on vacation."
"You're right, probably not going to happen." It certainly hadn't at the last wedding, after all. "Of course, I do hope she takes it a *tad* more seriously." Then again, would she be Gwen if she took anything more seriously?
"Well... with any luck this one won't end with me wanting to slit the other girl's throat." Ouchie. Think Narcissa was still angry to hear about Skylar? Anyone?
He was, too, so it was OK! "From what I can tell, I don't think we'll have that problem again." Once again, guns and fire would be involved if they did. Wesley was actually far less stable than others seemed to give him credit for.
"We better not. Because I don't care how close the 'me' from here was to Skylar, THIS version of me? Still wants to bloody well curbstomp her." Ah. Clearly, they were a good match as Cissa wasn't exactly all there at times either.
Sadly, they really were, and not just because of that. "I think part of that closeness may have been from memory meddling." Not that he blamed Gwen for it, but, if his memory served him correctly (and who really fucking knew at this point?), Narcissa had been Skylar's Watcher, which was why he was so close to her and Pat.
"I still have to meet Blake, actually. And hope I like her." Cissa grinned, rather evilly.
"Well, I've met her, and she's a lot like Gwen without being so close that it would be weird," he said, as if that made sense. "She actually asked me first if she could ask Gwen to marry her."
"Now... that's nice. Seriously... good to see some kids got real manners. Maybe this one won't be a sodding gutterslut." Oh, for... Narcissa! Come on now.
That actually made him laugh. "We can all hope, huh?" he suggested. He then noticed for probably the first time that she was still sopping wet. "So...now that I'm no longer in complete terror!mode, as Gwen would say, would you like to dry off properly now?" he asked with an embarrassed chuckle. He had just needed to see that she was OK. Not that he planned on leaving any time soon, but he was sure she'd like to properly dry off.
"Come on in." She said with her best impression of a sultry tone (come on. Narcissa was sexy... but not exactly keen at doing the whole 'sexy voice' thing). "And dry me off yourself."
He chuckled, already feeling a bit better (probably because he was about to get laid, among other things). "I think I can handle that," he said to her with a smirk.