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30 December 2007 @ 12:23 am
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"Nah, he'll be fine," I assure him, running my fingers through his hair. "He's Angel, he's the champion and all that crap. He'll be just great." Not sure whom I'm trying to convince here. Wes or myself, but I'm thinking I'm doing a pretty good job for myself. Not so sure about Wes, but he's our pro worrier.

Its when the door opens to reveal Angel standing there in all his brooding glory that I realize just how worried I was. I let out a relieved sigh and grin triumphantly at Wes. "See?" I tell him smugly, leaning in to kiss him gently before scooting out of bed. "Told you he'd be back soon."

As I walk over to the drawer, I give Angel a once over, making sure to cover up any worry that might be visible. Hey, I got a rep to uphold. I'm thinking sweet soft Cordy got out a bit to much this evening. Oh yeah, heads are gonna roll at this meeting. Okay, not at the meeting, cause we need the paying customer. And why am I at this drawer?

Oh yeah, getting boxers for Wes. Wes who, after uttering a breathy 'Angel', is still staring at our vampire like he's either the second coming, or in so much trouble for running out. You never know with these two. I swear, they can like hold a five hour convo in three seconds with just their eyes. It's creepy and cute at the same time. Wish I could do that with them, but it's an Angel - Wes thing I guess.

"I was just gonna get Wes some clothes, cause I told him you weren't so keen on him going to this meeting in the buff," I inform Angel casually, lips twitching into a smile when I see Wes scowl at me again. Yeah, he'll be okay.


Now if only I could say the same for Angel. Or me. Ugh.
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Keep Me: ang stare/stoic_keep_me on January 9th, 2008 02:53 am (UTC)
Wes' retreat is quick and hasty. And I watch every second of it, enjoying his cute behind disappear behind the bathroom door. Too bad it makes me feel guilty. Wanting to do more than just kiss him is making me feel guilty. Like he should never have to have sex again after all that.

Not that he hasn't already with us, but again that makes me feel guilty too. Like we coerced him because he was trying to please us. I sigh and get up off the bed, smoothing out my slacks and straightening my coat. I try to fix the guilty look I know is on my face, but I doubt if I'm going to fool Cordy, I think as I head to the living room after her.

"Do we really have to go to this meeting? What about your visions? We can't just take a hiatus from L.A. because we feel like it. Your visions are important," I say, shoving my hands in my pockets while we wait for Wes. "And what about...?" I say more quietly motioning toward the bathroom, guilt definitely showing now. He's not going to just up and leave and have a vacation when he's so vulnerable like this.

I start to pace a little in the hallway. There's really not good space in her apartment for pacing. Really. I need room. "Thank you for... for staying with him," I say more quietly after awhile. Not like it was a favor or anything, but I hope she knows what I mean. I know he would have been heartbroken if both of us had been gone.
Cordelia Chase: Eyebrowraisequeen_cordette on January 9th, 2008 05:28 am (UTC)
The moment Angel slides into the living room I can like totally read him like a book. Don't even need to get Wes to translate. That's guilt face he's got there. I hate guilt face. I do, I totally, completely, hate, hate guilt face. Course I doubt I'm any better. Question is if Angel is having the same guilt as me. Did we push Wes to do anything he didn't want to? Did we force him? Not that Wes would think so, but what if we did? And what's gonna happen now?

Vacation, that's what.

Which is why Angel gets a narrowed eyed look as I move over to him. One finger jabs at him and his broody, whiny ways. "Yeah, what about them? Yeah we can, and yeah they are." See? I can do perfect order. And the powers can go screw themselves. The visions may be important, but so are *we*. And for once? *We* are gonna come first. Besides, - and geeze, I hope not - the visions will go where I go. Anyway, LA did a few hundred years without Angel, it can do without him for a week.

I glance at the bathroom when Angel motions over to the door there, a sad smile momentarily playing my lips. "He's the reason we're going. He needs a break, away from here, get his mind of things." Or course we need a break too. Angel and me do. And what better way then Hawaii! Sun, beach, cute drinks, hot boy-- Oh wait, I'm brining my own. Hot boys in great looking swimsuits. Moonlight for Angel.

Angel's voice pulls me out of my happy thoughts and bringing me back to the here and now. Yeah, just where I want to be. With my guys. Now of only one of them would not do the broody guilt thing that'd be great. "Like I was gonna leave him alone," I snort, already holding up a hand to keep him from protesting.

"My apartment and Dennis appreciate *you* leaving though, Angel. And so does Wes. You know what was gonna happen, what with the cooped up anger you were carrying around and all." And then I'd have two broody guilt guys on- oh. Wait. I do anyway.

"And for the record, Angel?" I add, opening the front door when I hear the bathroom door open. Best get moving and don't give them time to think. "We're *going*."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Glasses Curiouswatcher_pryce on January 9th, 2008 05:30 am (UTC)
Staring at my reflection isn't getting me any answers. It's as if a big gaping hole that's been inside me has been filled up. Only to have another hold appear. One that may not be as big, and is most certainly not as defined. I don't know where this hole comes from. But it makes me feel more then a little guilty for missing the other one. Because the other hole I knew how to handle, knew how to act, knew what people thought of me, knew what... and now I don't.

Telling Angel and Cordy about-about this was a good thing. I don't doubt that. But now that I have, it's as though my entire being has shifted. I'm not whom I was, or thought I was, and am not quite sure how to handle that. What to do with it. How to act. Is what happened to me really what Angel said it was? Do they actually love me enough to want me around despite that? And why would they? I'm getting a headache from all the questions and theories going on in my mind.

Perhaps getting dressed is better, at least if I concentrate on that I'll keep my mind occupied. No time for a shower, Cordelia will have my hide for keeping the client waiting. So instead I wash up at the sink, have a quick shave and then get dressed. By the time I'm done, there's another man staring back at me from the mirror. Pushing my glasses up, I sigh and shake my head. This one's a bit more recognizable, but still...

Smoothing out my clothes, I step out of the bathroom and tentatively move into the living room. Seems we're already on our way, no time for thinking. Bless them. Do they really know me that well? Astonishing. I quickly join Angel, following after Cordelia. And if that thought doesn't make me grin. Or well, try to. Even that feels...strange. New.

"Following our Queen," I murmur, moving to walk a bit closer to Angel. Wonder if he feels suffocating by my sudden clinging. Or what passes for clinging in my case. But I've missed him, worried about him. Cordelia has too, I know, she just handles things better it seems.

"Are you sure you're alright?" I ask Angel, as we hurry to catch up with Cordy who's doing the impatient feet-tapping her by the car.
Keep Me: ang alley_keep_me on January 10th, 2008 02:54 am (UTC)
It's on the tip of my tongue to protest everything she says, and I'm kind of wondering why Dennis and the apartment appreciated me leaving. Did she think I couldn't control myself? I could have. I would have been fine! I don't know if I should be offended, or if I should be happy that she cared enough to think about it, even though I would have been fine.

Have to stop pacing though when there's the click of the bathroom door followed by the click of the front door opening. I turn to follow Cordelia if only to keep Wes from guessing that I was pacing there in the hallway. Plus, you know I still might have things to say about what she said. I might!

Wes catches up quick though, and I find myself focusing on him rather than Cordy's plotting or her ordering me around. My hand goes automatically to ghost along the small of his back when he comes up close and murmurs in my ear. I don't even think about the possibility that people might see us, but it's dark, so what's to see? I huff out a breath of protest at Wes' comment. But my lips seem to be curling up at one corner. Walking so close to him, I can smell his shaving cream, the damp trace of water and tears. Still my Wes though.

"I'm alright," I reassure Wes, unlocking the car for him and Cordelia, motioning one of them to get in while I go around to the other side. "I'd be better if we weren't going to this meeting," I grumble to myself as they both pile in and get their seatbelts on.

"Where are we going again?" I direct the question to Cordy before pulling away from the curb. Hopefully, this won't last long. Wes should get some more rest. He's probably not even all the way over his cold!
Cordelia Chase: I'm always rightqueen_cordette on January 10th, 2008 05:30 am (UTC)
See? That's how it works. Lay down the lines and the rules, make sure they wont be able to protest and it gets things done. Only way to handle these guys. Now if only Angel would get that instead of constantly wanting to protest every friggen idea I have. It's almost as if he does it because *I* want something. Bet if Wes wanted it, he'd be on a plan and off to Hawaii before we even say peep.

Not that I'm jealous or anything... Oh. Oh! If I can get Wes on my side then Angel wont stand a chance. And since Wes said Angel and I needed a rest sometimes, from the fighting and the visions, he'd be all over that. I'll just have to bring subtle...like. Sort of. Dammit, why can't Angel be with the logical sense making and see that we all need a vaca!

Getting into the car, letting Wes go first, I ignore Angel's childish mutterings. When did he turn into a five year old? Bah. No really. Bah. Two hundred and whatever years old and this is how he behaves. I love the guy, I really do, but.... yeah. Sometimes... Anyway, Wes in the middle. That way we can both keep an eye on him, cause yeah, still hearing the 'protect!' screams from my inner voice.

"Caritas," I murmur, "you know the place Wes found." At their looks I sigh and roll my eyes. "The guy *is* a demon you know. One of them that looks human enough to pass for one. Now, get going or we'll be late. We'll miss the opportunity to go to Hawaii. For free. For a week or so. In a very luxurious vacation resort." Yes, that may have sounded a little wistfully. Still, there's a hopeful look on my face as I glance over at Wes.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: yellow shirt slight smile S1/2watcher_pryce on January 10th, 2008 05:31 am (UTC)
There's a distinct brush of cold air between Cordelia and Angel I notice. Again, I might add. What is with these two? This is my fault isn't it? They were getting along just fine before I dumped all my...crap on them. And now look. Angel's close to brooding and Cordelia is getting moody. My eyes dart from Angel to Cordelia as we move toward the car. There I wait for Cordy to get in, but she obviously wants me to go first. Either they both want to do the mother bear thing of protection. Or They don't want to sit next to each other.

Though the first would be embarrassing, I'm guessing it's probably the second. I wonder what I all missed when I was sleeping. Still, I reach out to take hold of Cordelia's hand while Angel jogs around the car to get in himself. The moment he does, my hand finds its way to his knee. It's almost as though by touching them, I can make myself believe they've not vanished and I'm not alone. I hope they don't think I'm clinging onto them. Much. I am, aren't I?

"Pardon? What? Hawaii?" That's a first I've heard of it. And the more I hear, the higher my eyebrows climb. Going to Hawaii, for free, in some resort? What? Its like starting out in the middle of a book and missing the entire plot. Still, Cordelia looks like she's excited about it, which makes me smile.

"I hear Hawaii is very beautiful. A lot of culture as well. Lovely place, I've always wanted to see it," I offer, glancing over at Angel. Who looks less then pleased with either the meeting, or the job. Or both? Goodness. There's probably a catch, that's what he must be thinking. There's always a catch.

"Have you ever been to Hawaii, Angel?" I ask, trying to smooth things over with my lack of small talk. "Despite the sun, I mean. I hear it's gorgeous at night as well."
Keep Me: ang curious_keep_me on January 10th, 2008 11:35 pm (UTC)
It surprises me - pleasantly of course - when Wes' hand finds my knee once I'm in the car. I cover his hand briefly with mine before pulling away from the curb to hopefully encourage him to keep it there. I could use a little grounding and I could definitely use a lot of Wes touching after what I ran into tonight. Plus, a warm hand on my person is never a bad thing.

I glance over at Cordy feeling slightly - only slightly - guilty for protesting all her plans. Somebody's got to keep their head on straight here! We can't just go rushing off places without thinking about things. Okay, so that's not normally my MO, but I've got Wes and Cordy to think about. Well, to think about in a more personal sense. What if we were getting led right into a trap for me and they got dragged down in it. Someone's got to think about these things.

This Caritas place, it's- I've only been there to let Wes talk to an informant once, I think. I remember where it is, but...kinda day-glo inside, and man, they better not expect me to do any of that karaoke-ing. "Hmm?" I say, realizing Wes is talking. And sounding pretty interested in this Hawaii idea. Huh. Wasn't expecting that.

"No, never been," I say, keeping my eyes on the road. Yeah, I try to steer clear of places that these days you generally fly to. The whole cargo ship thing isn't really fun, since it takes ages. Plus once I got to this side of the States, I was kind of preoccupied and not really into giving myself 'me time' that involved fancy tropical locations. It's also better for things like me to stay where it's densely populated so people don't start suspecting things. They probably have butcher shops in Hawaii though, I guess. "I'm sure it's nice though," I say, trying to get into the spirit since...obviously we're going. And Wes sounds pretty cute when he's talking about wanting to go there. Cordy's used to those kinds of fancy places, but I bet Wes has never taken a vacation in his life.

"You ever been, Cordy?" I ask, turning the last corner before Caritas comes into view.
Cordelia Chase: Moi?queen_cordette on January 12th, 2008 07:48 am (UTC)
Huh. Wow. Enthusiasm. Or you know, the Wes version of enthusiasm. Especially after the night he's had. Geeze. Yeah, he really, really needs some time off. And going to a place that'll give me the luxury I so totally should have, and has Wes this interested? Two out of three. We're so going.

Hah. Still don't know why Angel's so totally against it. It's almost as if he's protesting anything I say just for the sake of protesting? Or maybe he's trying to push me away. Doesn't really want *me*. Okay, not a thought I wanna be having. I'm sure it's not that. Probably the whole Wes thing, yeah, probably the whole Wes thing. Not like he was doing it before that. Yeah, he so was.

Besides, how can Angel not know how much Wes is clinging onto us? I mean, our Wes? Not with the public displays of affection. He's more easy going toward me then Angel for...well, obvious why that is. But there he is, putting his hand down on Angle's leg. Which is cute and all, but... we have to be careful with that.

"They have like really great flowers there. There's an exhibition this year on exotica flowers. In Maui," I add, cause both Angel and me know how much Wes loves flowers. Even if he's trying to hide. So that light in his eyes? Total score for me. We are going to friggen Hawaii even if it kills me. "And it's really close by to Los Angeles, did you know that? Short flight, we could fly at night," I say, emphasizing the latter.

"I've been, it's great. Great for tanning, partying, laying on the beach," flirting with the pretty boy, that I don't need to do that. Already got my pretty boys. "I used to go horseback riding for hours on my horse." My face falls as it usually does when I remember the IRS taking everything away from us. Even... "I miss Keanu."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile green shirt S1/2watcher_pryce on January 12th, 2008 07:49 am (UTC)
"Oh, pity." I suppose he couldn't have gone everywhere, no matter how, erm, old he is. Then again, he's not done much since he came to America, the chronicles at the Watcher's Academy told us. When he got his soul back Angel stayed underground. I doubt he did much sniffing up culture and the likes at all. But Hawaii...it's beautiful there. The nature alone.

And flowers apparently. I smile over at Cordelia, suddenly realizing what's going on. She trying very hard to convince *me* that its great there and we really ought to accept this job and go there. Angel must've said no, or something close to it. That makes me glance over at Angel who indeed looks even more down then usual. Couldn't have anything to with what... No, can't be.

In either case, it seems I'm stuck in the middle again. Sighing, I drop my chin in my chest and listen to Cordelia tell us about Hawaii. She must've really liked it there whenever they went on vacation. We often forgot that Cordelia went from riches to rags, must not be easy on her. Especially with her love for...material things. Or horses. Why am I not surprised she had her own horse?

"I'm sure he's fine horse, love." Or was? No, not was. They probably took him away. If he were literally gone, Cordy would've been more devastated. "Hawaii sounds like a lovely place. Especially the exhibit." That *does* sound very exciting. I'm sure it'll be just as lovely in the moonlight. And they have a lot of beaches as well. They both seem to love that. Not to mention that the word 'vacation' has me oddly giddy. I've never been on a...a vacation. Doesn't that remind me of what I've just blathered out to them both. God.

"Here we are," I murmur when Caritas comes into sight. You wouldn't say it on the outside, but it really is one of the most popular places in Los Angeles. Not just for the demon population. And the no violence rule is a grand success. "Are we still on time?" I ask when I see Cordelia checking her watch as she gets out.
Keep Me: ang stare/stoic_keep_me on January 13th, 2008 05:40 pm (UTC)
"They probably have horseback riding on the beach," I say quietly on my side of the car, trying, trying to get into this idea of us going. But only if the deal is sound. I don't want any surprises. We do it our way, and I don't want whoever is making this too-good-to-be-true deal to be pulling anything new at us when we get there. We get all the details now. None of this 'oh, you'll see when you get there,' crap.

I curl my hand a little tighter around the steering wheel, still worrying that this could be some kind of set-up, that this could be another Wolfram and Hart plot that'll get them both killed this time. Pulling up to the curb and parking, I cover Wes' hand on my knee before he can take it away and give it a little squeeze before letting him remove his hand.

The both get out, Cordelia definitely checking her watch again and giving me a look that says, "Hurry up!" before I'm around the car and with them as we walk into Caritas. At least they've got that no violence thing going for them.

"English muffin!" comes a cry from the bar as soon as we enter, and there's The Host clamoring over to meet us. Good thing this is the top guy that Wes knows around here. Otherwise I'd be worried. Not that I have anything against green demons, but this one? Seems just a little kooky. Especially with the nicknames.
Cordelia Chase: pretty shorter hairqueen_cordette on January 14th, 2008 05:07 am (UTC)
"And the handsome crumb cake *and* the lovely, delightful Cordelia," Lorne continued, arms up in the air already for a hug. "Sweetie, you're looking ravishing as ever." And for a moment I have no idea whom exactly he means until I get a hug. Heh. Yeah, of course he means me. And of course he'd still say that if I were totally covered in slime. He's Lorne! Still, a compliment is a compliment and I know how to take one.

"Thanks so much, Lorne," I smile widely at him, hand coming up to make sure my hair's still the way I want it to be. "You're looking very..." Bright? Loud? Flashy? "...extravagant this evening."

He preens at the compliment, looking very smug with himself. He moves to give hugs to both Wes and Angel as well, just like The Host loves to do. Can't help but giggle a bit at the look on both their faces, this flee of flight uncomfy look. Now as long as Angel doesn't get out his inner caveman and Wes doesn't do this... why is Lorne staring at Wes?

"You okay there, Muffin?" he asks, frowning at the three of us. Whoa. Wait, wait, didn't you have to sing for him to see anything? Or is that an aura thing? Not liking the aura thing!

"He's fine," I assure The Host, distracting him away from my boys. Neither of them like attention so I'm taking it away. "We're here to meet someone. A mister..." I pull out the paper I had it written on and hope I pronounce it right, "Makulakikulaikekeke?" Geeze.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes white shirt glasseswatcher_pryce on January 14th, 2008 05:07 am (UTC)
"Oh our friendly not so neighborhoodly Kamica demon," The Host nods, a hand waving into the direction of a secluded corner. Looks like our client is either very recluse or a bit paranoid.

"He's been asking about you for an hour now. Glad you cookies showed up, cause I was about to give you a ring otherwise!" Lorne goes on, leading us toward the table. "So what can I get you delightful sugar cones to drink?"

I shuffle after Cordelia who's walking resolutely toward the table with a confidence I bet a lot of people wished they only had half of. I know I would love to have even a fraction of the confidence Cordelia and Angel both seem to have. I stick close to her while glancing behind me to make sure Angel's still with us. Yes, I seem to be even more inclined to cling onto them now that there are a lot of others around us.

"Mister Makulakikulaikekeke," Lorne starts, the name easily rolling off his tongue. "here are the people you've been asking for. So the usual pink for my fair lady?" he goes on, looking at Cordelia who nods before she pulls out the charms on this chap.

"And you two handsome hunks?"

"Ah, Uhm, just," water? I could do with something stronger by now. I'd better watch it though, no getting drunk. "Whiskey please. With a lot of ice."

Slinking past Lorne, I plaster on a smile and reach for this fellows hand when Cordelia introduces us. "Very nice to meet you, Sir," I murmur, waiting for Cordelia to sit down before doing so myself.
Keep Me: ang stare/stoic_keep_me on January 20th, 2008 03:17 am (UTC)
Oh, thank god, no more hugging. Lorne is awfully exuberant about that, and I think there might have been a little groping. Not in a bad way, he just gets excited, I think. Plus, I've got some kind of mystical energy or something, I think he told me last time I was here, so it gives him good mojo to rub elbows with me. I didn't really think he meant literally.

My eyes are keeping careful track of Cordelia and moreso of Wesley as we head over to this Kamica demon. Kind of rare, I think they are. I watch the pleasantries, shaking my head at Lorne to say I don't need a drink.

"Angel," I say, by way of introduction, but he appears not to need any, his face lighting up right away. Okay, sometimes? I wish not *everbody* knew about me. See, that's Angelus' thing, the notoriety, but definitely not me.

My eyes glance over to both Wes and Cordelia waiting to see what's going to happen next. "Thank you, thank you for meeting with me, thank you," he adds again, kind of seeming like he might be a nice guy- err, demon. But I'm not just going along with everything yet. He'd better spill the details.

"My resort, it's been having some problems recently," he starts to explain, and I can hear a faint Asian accent to his words. Makes me wonder how old this guy actually might be.

"None of my people can get rid of these disturbances," he says with frustration before his face lights up again as Lorne personally brings over the drinks. Huh. I wonder if this guy is some sort of big shot somewhere. "You must help," he urges, taking his drink from Lorne.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on January 20th, 2008 12:55 pm (UTC)
Wes being his overly polite self? Check. Angel being his overly brooding self? Check. At least he's not looming over our new client. I woulda kicked his ass if he'd done that. Half the time he doesn't even know he's doing the looming thing, I know, but people get scared! And what we don't need is a scared customer who's obviously loaded and willing to play!

Hello? We need the money. And the vacation. We so need the vacation.

"That's what we're here for," I tell mister un-pronounceable name guy, bright smile still in place. Not even the headache and the exhaustion I feel is gonna be taking that smile away. "We help the helpless. That's us."

Un-pronounceable name guy nods and looks a little more relieved. "That is me," he agrees ruefully, "helpless. None have been able to," he sighed, nodding his thanks when Lorne comes to bring the drinks.

Himself? Lorne himself binging the drinks? Okay, that makes me take a good look at un-pronounceable name guy again. Kinda on the small side, looks boring and drab, can pass as a human. Dweeb of a human but... Aha! David Nabbit like kinda. He's so loaded.

"Just talk to Mister Wyndam-Pryce here," I tell the guy - demon - demon guy, "he's totally our expert on all things ghosty. If he can't help you no one can!" A little over exaggerating always works wonders. Besides, it's true. If Wes don't know it? No one does. So there.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes bookswatcher_pryce on January 20th, 2008 12:56 pm (UTC)
"Cordelia," I murmur, feeling myself blush a bright red. Pulling on the collar of my shirt, I clear my throat and tentatively glance over at Angel. Wanting to see if he thinks the same or if he's still being skeptical. If he is then it's probably about my being able to get rid of these phenomenon's at that resort as well no doubt.

"There are three," the Kamica demon starts to tell, leaning in closer after Lorne brought our drinks.

"Yes... Oh, thank you Lorne." Nodding encouragingly at the Kamica demon, I pull out my note pad and pencil. He's still whispering his story, the fear obviously in the tone of his voice as well as the annoyance.

Pushing up my glasses I keep nodding, humming whenever he pauses to indicate that - yes, I'm still listening - while I scribble down anything I think might be relevant. I don't realize he'd done for some time until I look up and see three faces staring at me.

"And?" the Kamica demon asks after some nervous fidgeting from both of us. "Can you help?"

"Well," I murmur, picking up my glass of whiskey and taking a sip. "It'll be a bit difficult but-- and I'll have to do some research of course and-and it wont be uhm-- I'll need both of my associates too, you understand."

I'm babbling. Wonderful. It sounds like a relevant simple case of exorcism, except that I think these three ghosts are bound. I *could* do it alone, but there's no bloody way I'm going anywhere without Angel and Cordelia. "And it's going to take a bit of time as well, you realize. Several rituals and-and things. Uhm.... Angel what do you think?"