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

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Entry tags: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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[info]i_ambookman
2009-02-08 03:16 am UTC (link)
Part of the beauty of the spell, of course, is that one under the spell doesn't realize anything out of the ordinary is going on. SO even Wes, with his vast knowledge of the supernatural, was oblivious to the fact that his growing feelings of attraction weren't completely natural. His only possible salvation is that, in time, it would become obvious to others who could do something about it.

But not before the witch could have some fun with him, of course.

Wes swallowed hard as her soft fingers stroked over his face and she breathed warmly on his skin. Her smell seemed to flow around him, tickling his senses.

"Well, thank you. I...thank you. Mine is but a plain and boring face next to yours, though. I could look at it all day."

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[info]i_cast
2009-02-09 08:31 pm UTC (link)
The smile on her lips was truly just for him. She continued to feel his face, weaving the spell, finding the weak spots that might cause the spell to break too quickly under pressure. He would be useful.

"You're too kind..." Her head tilted as yet again there was a noise below. Damn her. With a soft sigh, she stepped back, the spell settled in place.

"I'm sorry, but I should take care of that. While I'd love your help..." Her hand went up to stay him; she didn't need him to see what was down there just yet. "I do have trade secrets I must protect. I will be fine. If you could leave me to it, just turn the sign to tell people that I am closed?"

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[info]i_ambookman
2009-02-10 03:44 am UTC (link)
A rather large, rather goofy grin found its way onto his face.

"I'll guard the shop while you're gone, fend off all comers. Or rather, turn the sign to read closed and shoo away any nosy individuals. Same thing."

He was curious about the noises, in a dull, muffled way. Like it was hidden beneath the layers of his new-found desire for the blind seer.

"Any way I can help, you just let me know. I aim to please."

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[info]i_cast
2009-02-10 07:08 pm UTC (link)
There was always a chance the spell might be too easily accepted. The man wanted love; perhaps he was a painful romantic in nature, or he needed something that he wasn't getting elsewhere. Either way, she was going to have to work with this one carefully. Her head tilted forward; her laughter was light and pleased.

"No, no, please, there is no need to upset your life to watch over my little shop. Go..." She made a quick shooing motion. "I'll still be around, but I would feel better if you were wasting your time here."

She needed the place empty. Xanadu could be a little noisy when they got started, sometimes, not always. She didn't need this would be knight to get anxious and run down...

"You know what I could use...there is a small shop not far from here." Give him a quest. "It has these little pastries that I adore. You would win my heart forever if you could find them. I'm not certain what the place is called, but I do know it smells like apples and vanilla...sometimes lavender."

She didn't know if the place existed, but he'd have to look for it, surely, to please her. "It's run by a small German woman; well, she sounds small and German."

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Sorry so late wrapping up the thread
[info]i_ambookman
2009-02-22 03:54 am UTC (link)
Wes jumped up, enthralled with the idea that he could get something to please this wonderful, mysterious woman. He had no idea why she was interested in him but he was not going to question it....yet.

"I would be delighted to fetch you delicious pastries. You can rely on my bakery delivery services anytime. Just think of me and I'll be on my way."

He bowed with a slight courtly flourish and backed out the door, keeping his eyes fixed on his new beautiful obsession.

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