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het_reccersFandom Category: Angel
Pairing: Lilah Morgan/Wesley
Fic Title: a fight so old
Author: anythingbutgrey
Link: http://anythingbutgrey.livejournal.com/787051.html
Rating/Warning(s):Light R?? Mentions sex, though nothing explicit.
Genre: AU, angst/dark
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: A simple prompt: "Lilah is Angel's liaison to the Senior Partners." And honestly, who here didn't want that to be how s5 went down? But this fic has wonderful prose and fills in the what if of this scenario, highlighting the messy complication of the s5 memory erase that Wesley and the others went through, and how that effects the relationship Lilah has with him. It's messy, and achy and very, very real - just like their relationship in canon. Love this fic so much.
"I don't think you get this," Lilah says, adjusting in her seat. "This job? You don't get to do whatever you please. You get to use the resources here to do whatever sort of good it is that you and your bag of ragamuffins choose, but you still work for us."
Angel scowls. He's been doing that a lot lately, more than usual, and of a new caliber. It makes her nervous. If he gets unpredictable this won't end well at all.
"Lilah," Wesley says from the other end of the table, and she shivers when his voice drops. Wesley remembers nothing, not of her, but sometimes Lilah thinks he remembers enough. She'd like to think there's a part of her he can't erase. But that's a schoolgirl's daydream. Anything can be erased if you know the right people, and Lilah knows the best. "Surely there's some way of working us out of having to represent Mr. Dunthrop. He does like to sacrifice virgins every third Tuesday."
Angel's eyes are heavy on her, but she doesn't look back. She's looking at Wesley, and Fred is looking at Wesley, and Gunn is looking at Lilah, and Lorne is looking between the two with the most obvious of questions poised on his lips. Spike’s off doing whatever it is Spike does, and Lilah doesn’t miss him. There are enough eyes here.
"I'll see what I can do," she says, each consonant crisp as an apple slice on her lips.
Pairing: Lilah Morgan/Wesley
Fic Title: a fight so old
Author: anythingbutgrey
Link: http://anythingbutgrey.livejournal.com/787051.html
Rating/Warning(s):Light R?? Mentions sex, though nothing explicit.
Genre: AU, angst/dark
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: A simple prompt: "Lilah is Angel's liaison to the Senior Partners." And honestly, who here didn't want that to be how s5 went down? But this fic has wonderful prose and fills in the what if of this scenario, highlighting the messy complication of the s5 memory erase that Wesley and the others went through, and how that effects the relationship Lilah has with him. It's messy, and achy and very, very real - just like their relationship in canon. Love this fic so much.
"I don't think you get this," Lilah says, adjusting in her seat. "This job? You don't get to do whatever you please. You get to use the resources here to do whatever sort of good it is that you and your bag of ragamuffins choose, but you still work for us."
Angel scowls. He's been doing that a lot lately, more than usual, and of a new caliber. It makes her nervous. If he gets unpredictable this won't end well at all.
"Lilah," Wesley says from the other end of the table, and she shivers when his voice drops. Wesley remembers nothing, not of her, but sometimes Lilah thinks he remembers enough. She'd like to think there's a part of her he can't erase. But that's a schoolgirl's daydream. Anything can be erased if you know the right people, and Lilah knows the best. "Surely there's some way of working us out of having to represent Mr. Dunthrop. He does like to sacrifice virgins every third Tuesday."
Angel's eyes are heavy on her, but she doesn't look back. She's looking at Wesley, and Fred is looking at Wesley, and Gunn is looking at Lilah, and Lorne is looking between the two with the most obvious of questions poised on his lips. Spike’s off doing whatever it is Spike does, and Lilah doesn’t miss him. There are enough eyes here.
"I'll see what I can do," she says, each consonant crisp as an apple slice on her lips.
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