VI: [Location - Martha's Surgery] Surfacing

[demonologist]

It's quiet where Wesley is. And dark. And cold. Not in an unpleasant way, not like that room under the stairs. No, it's rather like he's at the bottom of a river bed. The weeds and the soft muck cushion him, the current flows ceaselessly over his body, the chill of the water makes his limbs heavy. It's too simply much effort to move them. To even attempt to breathe.

He'll just rest here. At the bottom.

But something is carried along on the currents. The distant sound of voices. Hushed voices. No. Singing. He can't make out the tune or the lyrics above the rushing water, but it's beautiful.

Slowly and reluctantly he struggles to hear it more clearly, to move closer to the surface. It's harder than he anticipates, the weeds now becoming like restraints. No longer welcoming.

He doesn't want to give up now, though. Refuses to give up.

After what seems an age he finally breaks the surface, gasping.

The first gulp of air that he takes into his lungs is the sweetest thing he's ever tasted.




Wesley's eyelids slowly flutter open. Light streams in. It hurts. Everything is blurry, he's lost his spectacles somewhere. He attempts to swallow. His throat is painfully dry. He can barely move. His head feels like it's a dead-weight, wrapped in yards of cotton wool. He's warm, though. And someone is holding his hand...

[Accidental Visual]/[Location | The Last Mistake] Thunderhead

[notabuymoron.livejournal.com]

Casey's in a foul mood. He's been that way for the better part of a week. Not only is he still reeling from what was found in the tunnels but he's still adjusting to having had to move back to the Central dorms and rehatch all of his stuff since the Royal Chambers and Morgana up and disappeared. He hasn't had an opportunity to check on Gwen since she decided to move in with Buffy Summers. He still feels bad about deciding to take his chances in the tunnels and leaving her behind, even though she'd said she'd understood.

He knows he should get back to work, help Lorne out, but he's been avoiding the green-guy's calls. Drinking too much. Sitting in his dorm room. His mood getting blacker the more that he shuts himself away.

Finally he's storms out, slams his door and stomps down towards Nazca's tavern. It's close. It will do. He scowls at the Extras he passes on the street.

Once he finally reaches the Last Mistake, he enters, pushing the door open a little too forcefully.

"Gimme some of that ale you got. I don't care if it's warm."