#noperfectdayforme

[the-host-lorne]

Hello Old Friend || Wesley and Lorne

Lorne was out of the shelter, just walking around in the dark streets, as it was better to come out at night since that way he didn’t really had to hide as much as he would during the day, he was glad things were finally falling into place for him, although there was still one thing missing : Caritas, he could’ve take the money he got from working at Wolfram & Hart, haven’t he spent it all on drinks and other non-important things when he fell into that bad place. So now, he had to work hard if he wanted the... being The Host part of his life back, and Lord, he really wanted that! Now that Angel and the team were gone, there was no danger of exploding clubs. Althought of course, he couldn’t say he didn’t miss his friends.  He was walking down the aleey when he sense it, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him, at this point they were getting close and he wasn’t sure if he should run or turn around to face whoever it was following him.  “This is your fault!” the voice said and Lorne finally got the nerve to face the person behind him, “Larry?” the demon asked in suprise as the vampire got more and more angry “I follow your advice and now she’s gone!” he almost scream , “Well, I’m sorry , sweetheart, that’s not the way I saw it...huh, guess my mojo is still a little rtusty, but--but I’m sure we can fix this come, we can go--” the other did let him finish, “There nothing to fix, I’m going to rip your head right out of your shoulders!” Lorne sighed, “Really? again? ‘cause I gotta tell you, sweetens, been there done that...Not fun” Larry’s eyes flashed him an angry look, Lorne was about to start running when out of no where... Larry become nothing but a big pile of ashes.  “What the...?” the green demon asked, more to himself than anything, that’s when he saw him, he couldn’t believe his eyes! right before him was someone, an old friend he thought dead a long time ago, with surprise still showing in his expression he was bale to finally speak, “Wesley?!”

[lilahemorgan]

10 QUESTIONS:

1. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? Sordid

2. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE WORD? ‘like’, in the context of teenage speak where it is used every other word.

3. WHAT TURNS YOU ON? Intelligence, Alcohol, Accents, new information, sales,

4. WHAT TURNS YOU OFF? Good, good deeds, Angel, people who whine

5. WHAT SOUND DO YOU LOVE? coffee brewing, Wesley's voice

6. WHAT SOUND DO YOU HATE? Nails against a chalk board, Gavin talking,minions giving excuses

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CURSE WORD? Damn

8. WHAT PROFESSION OTHER THAN YOURS WOULD YOU LIKE TO ATTEMPT? model, dancer Or maybe a politician.

9. WHAT PROFESSION WOULD YOU NOT LIKE TO DO? Fast food. or anything retail related really.

BONUS QUESTIONS 1. SOMETHING MOST PEOPLE DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU? I was top 10% of my class in high school, college, and law school

2. SEXUAL PREFERENCE? men.

3. WHAT POSITION DO YOU SLEEP IN? side.

4. WHAT IF SOMEONE TOLD YOU…YOU HAD TO LOSE, JUST THIS ONE TIME? I’m Lilah Morgan. I don’t lose.

5. GREATEST FEAR? never experiencing love again.

6. IF YOU COULD LEAVE ONE THING TO BE REMEMBERED BY, WHAT WOULD IT BE? My intellect

7. WHAT’S YOUR MIDDLE NAME? Elizabeth

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[lifebuiltonlies-archive]

( continued from here )

@no-perfect-day-for-me

˝Fine. Next time, I will leave you to get yourself out of trouble you got yourself in alone. Is that fine with you, Connor?˝ The former Watcher never had much patience for people who were like this: stubborn, stronger than him, with a certain darkness in them that he could sense.

It all reminded him of his first failure. Faith.

Those memories still cut as sharp as did the glass with which she tortured him after getting completely off the rails.

˝There is no need to get angry with me. I only wanted to help.˝ But then again, isn’t that what he always does wrong? Wasn’t he also only helping Connor when the boy got kidnapped?

               Connor bit his tongue against the rather blasé ‘whatever’ he wanted to reply with against what sounded to his own ears like disapproving scolding one would receive from a parent. Instead he said nothing; he didn’t want Wesley to stop trying to communicate with him, he just wanted him to back off. What was it about Wesley? It wasn’t just the vaguely similar accent, though that could only work in the former Watcher’s favour. His was the closest to the only one Connor had known for 16 years, after all. (The others spoke…oddly in contrast. He wasn’t always quite sure what they were talking about.) But then there was the fact that Wesley didn’t quite seem to fit into Angel’s team either. There was something comforting about being in the presence of another outsider in the absence of Holtz.

               "It’s a human thing, isn’t it?" Connor asked after a moment of silence, picking at his nails absently as he spoke. He didn’t want to make eye contact. No one deserved that much of his attention just yet. “You see a child in danger, you have to save it? At least, that’s how my father explained it to me.”

[lilahemorgan]

Some gifts just shouldn’t be opened

It was late when a phone could be heard ringing in a darkened room. The woman on the other end of the line, sat at her desk waiting for Wesley to pick up. The woman that was calling him was Lilah Morgan’s assistant Cheryl. She kept glancing back at her boss’s office and praying that he would pick up his damn phone. She had a problem that no one at Wolfram and Hart knew how to deal with,well that and everyone else had already gone home for the night. “Come on please please pick up...”