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Tweak says, "Brandy, you're a fine girl."

Wesley Wyndham-Pryce (i_ambookman) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2009-01-19 03:50:00

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baba yaga, madame xanadu, wesley wyndham-pryce

Looking for something [Babadu]
Wes had heard there were magic stores, tiny used book stores and psychic shops scattered throughout the City. He had managed to stumble his way into one or two of the book stores during his tenure in the City, picking up some wonderful copies of alchemy texts from he 15th century as well as current books on physics and astronomy. Who knew when inspiration would strike, a connection would be made, facts would fall into place until something finally made sense? Plus, he had picked up a book or two for Fred he thought she would like.

The snow was still falling, at least as hard as it had been when he and Fred had been at Angel Investigations. Still, he had needed to get out a bit. He was still not sure how this Sam person worked into the equation of their relationship. An American Wesley? Perish the thought. There was only one Wesley, and he was distinctly British. If he wasn't, then he would never have been a Watcher, never have had the intensive training that he had undergone his entire life. He would....never have been quite so awkward or hesitant about expressing his feelings for Fred. Damn this Sam, who obviously had no such compunctions. Well, they would see what would happen. Maybe this Fred wasn't ready for a relationship with Wes, maybe the time in the City led her in a different path, maybe, maybe. Too many maybes.

Daydreaming about Fred and memories he had that she did not share, he didn't notice when the streets changed and led him to a new area of town. He couldn't miss the shop that looked like Giles's old base in Sunnydale, yet wasn't. The sign and name had changed, so presumptively so had the inhabitants. But still, there was something supernaturally linked about this shop and he was duty-bound to explore its contents. Or curiosity-bound. Whatever.

He pushed open the door and barely heard the light tinkle of the bell hanging from the ceiling. He was busy scanning the interior for any objects that might prove useful to him, whether in his work at Angel Investigations or for......personal usage.

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i_cast
2009-01-29 01:30 pm UTC (link)

She sniffed at the tea; it wasn't bad actually. Black tea could cover a great deal when it came to potions, and the caffeine was usually very helpful too. Her fingers traced a small pattern as they rested on his shoulder, the merest beginnings of a binding spell. She'd not quite done this with Blue, but then again, she'd had time to get used to the body. She knew everything about Hood; this was a little different.

She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping a little as she did so. "I think that will do nicely." Her lips parted to say something more, but a sound from the back, or more from the floor stopped her. It sounded as if something were tipping over, falling.

She stood, her pursed lips showing her displeasure. There was a soft sigh because she knew he had to have heard it.

"I really need to find a new assistant."

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	i_ambookman 2009-02-03 04:48 am UTC (link)
	The noise pulled Wes's attention from the intoxicating woman, making him feel like he was in a bit of a trance. He would have to be more careful with her....if he could. "New assistant. Yes. Good idea. Hmm. Do you want me to, eh, check on that? Or get you anything else? I can be quite good at getting things." He frowned, hearing himself babble on. Strange. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_cast
2009-02-03 09:03 pm UTC (link)

The shop's "owner" turned and looked, well, looked as if she looked at the man. He was so kind, generous...stupid. Her head tilted slightly as if she were trying to see further, something else. Her hand lifted as if to touch something, his face perhaps? She would only be guessing where his cheek was, going by his voice.

"No. You don't need to check on anything, or get me anything. You've been very helpful. I would like to see your face though." Her fingers moved as if to indicate how she'd see..."If you'd let me."

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	i_ambookman 2009-02-04 03:42 am UTC (link)
	Wes swallowed hard as her hand brushed by his face. "I, uh...I would be honored. Do I need to...I mean..I'll shut up now." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_cast
2009-02-06 05:44 pm UTC (link)

With the first touch of fingertip to jaw and to cheek, the spell began. Again, it wasn't very strong; it certainly wouldn't feel heavy on the man's soul, not at first. It was simply a small seed of need placed in the man's being. Physical contact helped; it might even be part of what he'd need. A voice perhaps, just a glance. Her scent, only this particular sorceress was careful to make it her own, not the Xanadu woman's downstairs. It was a little tricky, but it made more sense. Eventually, the poor devil would need the feeling that he had just being around her, in her own energy so to speak, this being in front of him.

The spell was unspoken, though the better ones usually were vocalized. She traced the lines of his face, creating a pattern, a glyph of sorts with the tracings. His eyes, his lips, even his nose and ears became part of that tracing.

"You are a very attractive man." She leaned in closer, her head tilting as if those pale eyes could see. "A very attractive man."

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