illyria is a very inspirational person (godking) wrote in utr_logs,
"No, you really wouldn't," Wesley said, shaking his head. "It was...terrible isn't a strong enough description. The word 'effulgent' doesn't belong in poetry, particularly not when paired with 'tis grown a bulge in it'." There really were no words for just how bad Spike's poetry was. "There's also the fact that he acts like a stalker when he's interested in someone."
"I'd say that's a fairly accurate assessment of my father as a person," Wesley agreed, unused to talking so openly about his family life. He smiled as Faith spoke. "I imagine you would be capable of a great number of things," he said. "Certainly more than just fighting."
Five years felt like a lifetime, and for him it had been. They had all been so young then. So naive. They thought that they knew what was coming, but they were so very clueless. They hadn't known anything really. If someone had told him five years ago where he'd be now, he would have laughed. "Lots of things change us," he said softly. "I imagine the list contains very few pleasant things." Betrayal, death, loss, failure. They had all changed him. "I guess we should just be glad there is no council here to answer to."
He laughed. He'd almost forgotten about Slayer metabolisms. He ate his food in silence, then glanced over at her, unsure of what else to say. "It will be dark by the time we're done, so we can head out then, see what this world has to offer by way of threats."