FIClet: AtS series finale - Wesley
May. 21st, 2004 11:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
redfirecrackerHah. Fixed this fuck-up, too. So there.
Wesley
Wesley was tired.
Unbelievably exhausted, unutterably wearied.
A sorcerer of his stature should've been able to shield himself from Sebassis' blade . . . if he had wanted to.
But he'd lost all of those who had once meant something to him. Somehow, they had all become tangled, each in their own webs of torment and indecision, trapped in hopeless longing and despair.
Allies, friends, and lovers had all fallen by the wayside as he helplessly pursued his own doomed and downward slide.
Death seemed to be no more than what he deserved.
Yet he wondered how the others had fared, and that brief moment of curiosity sparked an involuntary resurgence of his magic.
Power burst and surged through his veins, burning away all signs of trauma.
Wesley opened his eyes.
Wesley
Wesley was tired.
Unbelievably exhausted, unutterably wearied.
A sorcerer of his stature should've been able to shield himself from Sebassis' blade . . . if he had wanted to.
But he'd lost all of those who had once meant something to him. Somehow, they had all become tangled, each in their own webs of torment and indecision, trapped in hopeless longing and despair.
Allies, friends, and lovers had all fallen by the wayside as he helplessly pursued his own doomed and downward slide.
Death seemed to be no more than what he deserved.
Yet he wondered how the others had fared, and that brief moment of curiosity sparked an involuntary resurgence of his magic.
Power burst and surged through his veins, burning away all signs of trauma.
Wesley opened his eyes.
