prompt 022 unseen ficlet
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Author: divadea
Rating: PG
Word Count: 298
Prompt: 022 Unseen
Characters/Pairing: Wesley
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried. Most nights, while the intoxication manifested as a dingy reel of This is your Life in his head, he watched from a distance. He watched as his mind created a black and white movie about the miserably failed watcher shift to the comical rogue demon hunter and mutate into the betrayer, jailer and numb embracer of all things destructive, including Lilah, scotch and apathy. He watched the biography, with only slight variations each night, rarely moving from his rumpled bed.
How many times had it been? 10? 15? 20 times that he’d woken to the lingering scent of her? He wondered from an abyss of emotional distance when this man had become so weak, when he’d become unable to care. He wanted to pinpoint the exact moment when it had all stopped mattering. It was as if each person was allotted only so much ability to fight, and he’d used his up. Wesley set his glass down on the bedside table so gently it made only the slightest dull tap on the wood.
Oddly, and unbidden, a vivid picture of Faith tromped right over his self-loathing and into the front of his consciousness. And as she appeared, the tears fell for the first time. He cried for Faith and her ruined potential. He cried for Justine and her twin sister. He cried for Lilah and wondered what horror of childhood or past life had turned her to stone. He cried for the love of Fred.
Wesley allowed his face to harden again, wishing that last image to remain unseen. He picked up his glass, drained it, and held it in his hand as he mentally rebuilt his sturdy wall of apathy. It would have to last him a while longer.
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Date: 2007-07-18 04:43 pm (UTC)I love your icon :)
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Date: 2007-07-18 05:11 pm (UTC)I've never had scotch before, but my parents do have some in the house. I'm a rum fan personally.
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Date: 2007-07-18 05:18 pm (UTC)Um, what I mean is, drinking is bad, don't do it :)
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