IF you can't trust (the guy who chopped your dead head off and tried to free your soul), then...?

[noshoesinhell8.livejournal.com]

Just stay the fuck away from me, got it?!

~It's confusing. It's disorienting. It's not fair. What is he DOING here? she keeps asking herself. Sure, he's a bit of an ass, but what man isn't? She'd hoped better for him...

Still, the last week was just plain WEIRD. He wasn't the man she knew. It didn't matter that he'd been under the same shitty Hell torment the rest of them were; the other guy didn't act like that. Wes had been cold and brutal and selfish, kinda like the persona he'd tried on after that Connor thing. She'd tried to foster it then. She had to admit she kinda liked it.

But as their true personalities returned with all the nuances of modern man- the foibles, the rationalities, the ethics and philosophies- Wes remained just as cold and brutish as before. Maybe it was the shock of seeing her like this..., she didn't know nor was she going to try to make sense of it. She never could make sense of him. He was no longer forcing himself on her like a oversexed rooster (she wasn't sure how she felt about that, either); he simply wasn't acknowledging her at all. He and his greaseball buddy spoke steadily in low voices, leaving her to tag along behind like some bedraggled, forgotten little sister. Frankly, it pissed her off. She wasn't sure how long she could take it.~

Don't even think about touching me again, mister. ~she screams up to Wesley, hoping to distract him from his goddamn intimate conversation.~ Don't think you can just walk away like this!

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[severus-snape1.livejournal.com]

*Snape pauses to look back, not sure of what went on between them before, but he is certain there's a history there. He has been slogging through the muck and mire beside Wesley, trying not to bring up the subject of who she is and whether she is officially part of their group, or if Wesley is just waiting for her to give up following and strike out on her own. So, instead of discussing her--he doesn't even know her name--he continues to discuss the safer topic.*

What do you think we'll have to deal with in Six? We probably should start thinking about how we're going to infiltrate the library.

[deadwesley1.livejournal.com]

I agree. We can't expect to simply gain access by force. Dis should be crawling with demons- it's their capital city, as it were.

*Wes keeps his eyes fixed straight ahead of him. He hasn't so much as paid Lilah a glance since they began to regain memories of their consciences. His face has been stone since then.*

[noshoesinhell8.livejournal.com]

*Lilah is struggling through the swamp with more difficulty than the boys; after all, she's wearing boots that are far too big, and she's doing her best not to lose the small amount of protection they afford. Wesley's set a brisk pace, and she's having trouble keeping up.*

Goddamnit, Pryce, look at me!

* she utters a groan of dispair*

what are you even doing- hey, wait a minute, you're going to Dis?!

[severus-snape1.livejournal.com]

*Snape cannot help but feel a little sorry for her; she's clearly trying hard not to be left behind, and Wesley isn't making it easy for her--clearly on purpose. Still, perhaps there is a reason for this, so he is reluctant to give her too much information which, in short, is why his reply is simply....*

We are.

*But he does, out of politeness, pause long enough to turn around to look at her as he answers. Seeing her trying to pull her feet from the mud, he offers her his hand in assistance, ready to help pull her onto a nearby tussock of (albeit muddy) grass.*

[noshoesinhell8.livejournal.com]

*She accepts Snape's hand but pulls away once she's freed. He gets the impression she's not one to take Hell gracefully. She mutters a thank you but she's still gazing at Wesley. Snape sees there's a lot there, but she seems as in the dark about it as Snape is.*