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ᴡᴇsʟᴇʏ ᴀʟʟᴀɴ ɢɪʙsᴏɴ. ([personal profile] asinine) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs 2012-08-11 02:08 pm (UTC)

[ reality doesn't seep back in slowly -- it comes crashing, and wesley is choking on blood which isn't really there, thrown out of the memory (not his own, no, that was brief and what feels like days ago) to experience again what it's like to not have every fucking finger broken. there's the moment of disorientation and confusion needed to recover from the situational whiplash, for his senses to catch up and for him to realize that he has no fucking clue where he is, and also, that there's a man standing a few feet away, staring at him like wesley's a pet snake about to chew up a live mouse. this has him irrationally pissed off, but maybe, just maybe being shoved in and out of various people's heads for half a week makes a person irritable.

he half-expects him to shout something along the lines of prepare to die or are you ready to be killed and whip out an ak-47 or a katana, and yeah, wesley's got his hand on his gun, safety off, has since the second he could see and hear and move again, but he isn't giving the guy a faceful of barrel, because he knows who he is. it's charles' boyfriend, the asshole with the magic tricks and annoying attitude -- there's no mistaking that face, even though the expression looks out of place stretched across it and he's taken the time to get a dye job while everyone else has been dreaming, but wesley really doesn't care to ask.
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Don't know what the fuck you find so funny, but why don't you go bend some teaspoons?

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