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(no subject) [May. 15th, 2005|11:43 am]Wesley/Cordy rp
Continued from HereIt was strange after their fighting from the last few days, ever since Angel had fired them. But sitting here now, relaxing and being comfortable around each other again almost seemed surreal to Wesley. It was nearly as old times. When he and Cordelia would be in the office bickering until Angel came out to play referee. Or Gunn would make a snarky remark. Which then resulted in the two of them ganging up on Gunn. Wesley always thought that the man did it just so he could be included in the verbal sparring match as well. Perhaps he'd felt a bit left out, though Wesley didn't t think it was that. It was more that Gunn, though he'd never admit it of course, was enjoying the bickering secretly. So, here they were. Wesley teaching Cordelia how to learn how to eat with chopsticks. And being very, very close to her. Wesley was confused when she suddenly seemed to tense. Immediately he scooted a bit backward, thinking he'd done something wrong. Hell, he probably had. Why else would she suddenly be so tense? He couldn't figure out what though. Wracking his brain he tried to come up with something that could've caused her discomfort, anything he'd done. Sighing, he watched her for a moment as she quickly turned around and seemed to concentrate on the food again. She was picking at her food, trying to act casual, which only lead to her looking more tense.At her question, Wesley was even more confused. He blinked at her, moving from behind her. perhaps it was his being so close that she didn't like, one never knew. He could understand that, he didn't like it when people got to close to him either. Physically or otherwise. "Why isn't it always like that?" he parroted her, wincing at that. Get a bloody grip, Pryce, he scolded himself. "Whatever do you mean, Cordelia." Giving her a puzzled look, he sat back down on his spot and picked up his own food again. "What are you talking about. Why can't what be like always?"
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(no subject) [Feb. 21st, 2005|03:10 pm]Wesley/Cordy rp
[ Continued from here ]( On the wayCollapse )
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(no subject) [Jan. 18th, 2005|08:31 pm]Wesley/Cordy rp
Continued from HereSleep didn't come easy for Wesley. Far from it, he was already up before the alarm could go off. Werther it was worry that he wouldn't be able to wake up, worry about what was going on with Cordelia or just the pain in his ribs and head, he wasn't certain. Probably a mixed of all the aforementioned things. And he didn't like it one bit. He was so damn tired.Finally after a few hours of tossing and turning, he decided to just give up and make some tea. Perhaps he could kill some hours by reading. Padding out of his bedroom, he hovered near the phone for a few moments. He wanted to call Cordelia and demand she tell him what the bloody hell was going on, what was wrong. All those heavy medications couldn't be good and he had no doubt what to blame for them. Those damn visions.But she didn't want to talk to him. She didn't trust him. She didn't see him as a friend.Wesley was quite happy when it was finally five o'clock. He took a shower, shaved, got dressed, glanced at breakfast and then didn't feel like having any food. Grabbing his helmet, he winced when he felt his ribs protest violently. Perhaps driving on the bike to the office would be not such a good idea. He'd better take the bus, he could always ask Gunn to give him a lift home later today if needed. Or take the bus back, which ever would work.After what seemed a bus ride from hell, which took forever, Wesley sighed when he un-locked the door to their new office. It wasn't much, just a little room and an even smaller room to the side. But it was all they could afford right now. Or the way things were going, ever. Sinking down behind the one desk, he rubbed his face and flicked on the light. Right, he'd better see if he could find himself some work to do before Gunn would arrive. And Cordy, whenever she chose to show up.
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(no subject) [Jan. 8th, 2005|12:19 am]Wesley/Cordy rp
[mood** |worriedworried]Continued from Here( The Vision, the bookCollapse )**
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(no subject) [Dec. 30th, 2004|12:08 pm]Wesley/Cordy rp
Cordy was sitting in her appartment drinking coke. She wished this could make her drunk. She gave up her career for Angel, for this stupid fight! She was having painful visions that she couldn't get rid of! And now she was unemployed in big city. Alone.So maybe she decided with Gunn and Wesley to keep the agency going, but Angel Investigation wasn't the same without Angel... Besides, it's not like there was anything between them apart from the proffesional relationship. And humiliating past...She checked the answering machine. Again. Having no messeges was somehow frustrating. She was a good actress, even if she wasn't attending any castings, they should remember about her! But maybe it was better this way. She'll get a vision in the middle of the shot and what then? They'll probably think she's insane."God, this sucks," she muttered.Dennis handed her next can of coke."Thanks Dennis... You really think it'll make things better?"Phone moved in her direction."And you want me to call...."Right. Like the ghost was able to answer.She took the phone and dialed the first number that came into her mind. After that she realized whose phone number it was. Why was she calling Wesley? She usually called Angel when she wanted to talk... But Angel was no longer there for her, he was on his kill-fest...Cordy felt silly calling Wes, it wasn't anything important...
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