| Apr. 6th, 2005 @ 03:49 am [locked to Wesley] |
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In the age of her reign, Illyria could have crossed the continent with a single stride. Now the distance, paltry as it still seemed to her, was causing an unacceptable degree of vexation.
She wished to leave. Of course this meant at once.
The enmity she felt towards this place, this city and this building, which had seemed somehow inescapable just a handful of days earlier, had appeared to wane with time to mere indifference. But since Wesley had extended his invitation, ill-advised as it may have been, her malice had returned in spades. These smug and always looming faces, these hateful walls. Her hands itched to crush them. To leave them leveled in her wake.
One last disgrace, one final act of undeserved supplication... it seemed more than she could bear.
"I require your least primitive means of transportation."
The eyes across from her widened dumbly. She had not spoken aloud in months.
"I choose to go. You will accommodate me."
There was no instant, clumsy rush to comply. Barely a flicker of acknowledgment.
"Now."
The office was in shards before an accord was reached. This was what she had been reduced to -- impatient hysterics befitting a human child. It sickened her, but she could not stop.
Her tantrum was rewarded with safe passage to Massachusetts, including a reluctant escort. He was easily silenced, and she relieved him of his PSP somewhere over Nebraska. Once she was ushered into the Boston branch of Wolfram & Hart, she found Wesley's office without aid.
She sat at his desk, playing Metal Gear Acid, and waited. |
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