Xander Harris (thexandman) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-04-17 12:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | faith lehane, xander harris |
Who: Xander and OTA.
What: He's sulking.
When: Evening? Afternoon? Xander knoweth not!
Where: The Hyperion!
Rating: TBD.
Willow was evil. She was an evil, psychotic, Darth Vader-type villain and Xander honestly didn't know how to handle all of that. The Willow that he knew was an entirely different person. She was sweet, funny, intelligent, and most importantly, not evil. That was the Willow that Xander loved and cared about. This version? Not so much. Or maybe he did, sort of, but not to the point where he was going to be the first in line to rush up to her for a nice hug. Supposedly he'd saved the world that way before, but Xander wasn't really sure about how he had even managed to muster up enough courage to approach her in the first place. Besides, he had been older then and was probably ten times braver than he was now. And he probably had some kind of hidden technique that he didn't know about now. So, at the moment, Xander was keeping his distance. From everyone, in fact. He was usually among the most social people at the Hyperion, but now Xander knew that he was almost fitting into the very same category in which Angel himself had been located. The sulky, stay-in-the-dark-and-angst-over-my-probl
He had spent a lot of time alone in his room ever since he and Willow had exchanged words through the internet. That was what he was doing now. Sitting in the dark, staring at the static ridden screen of his television set. He had been flipping through the channels a few minutes ago, but nothing had come up. So he just took to staring blankly instead. It didn't matter, either way, considering that he knew that he wouldn't pay any attention to what was going on while looking. But Xander did like the noise. The sound of the voices escaping from the TV were comforting. It made him feel less alone than he already was. It was bad enough that he was a younger version of himself stuck in a world with his friends who had been through ten times more stuff than he had, but now his best friend was evil, the other one just as depressed as he was, and he was stuck living with a bunch of people that he knew absolutely nothing about. Xander's dark eyes shifted away from the TV set and fell onto the light that trickled onto his carpet from the door to his room. He stared for a while before he got up and shuffled over to his bathroom. Looking at himself in the mirror, Xander couldn't help but feel a little surprised. The dark circles around his eyes were unfamiliar, and the dark shadow on his chin had never gotten that bad before. His hair was a mess, the white t-shirt that he was wearing was wrinkled, and he was almost ninety nine percent sure that the unpleasant smell invading his nose actually belonged to him.
So he took a shower. Cleaned himself up a little. His appearance was a little better then, but there was absolutely nothing that he could do about the look in his eyes. They were too dark. Haunted, almost. It was obvious that he needed sleep, but Xander didn't want any. He couldn't sleep. There was just no way. Xander slowly walked back into his room and surveyed the area. It was a mess. Trash on the floor, clothes strewn about the place, and his bed hadn't been made for days. Xander didn't mind it though. He was used to messy rooms. His at home would have looked a lot more like this one if his Mom hadn't always rushed in to clean it when he refused. It was funny, really. Despite all that he had been through, Xander was pretty sure that he hadn't wasted any time missing his parents. And with good reason. He didn't think that he needed for their constant arguments to be added to his already large list of stuff to worry over. It was good that they weren't here.
Xander looked back at the television set again. Still, there was no picture. Just the peppery glow that Xander was so used to staring at. It'd probably be a good idea to tell someone that his TV wasn't working. He moved forward and pushed the power button, then wandered over to the door to his room. After he pocketed his room key, Xander shut the door and began walking. He didn't know where to find maintenance, so he decided to check the lobby. Someone up there had to know, right?