An: This is another short Illyria Fic. I find her very fascinating. Probably because she has no idea where she belongs and that would have to suck. Takes place during Power Play. (Mild spoilers)
Disclaimer: Don't own anything from Angel.
No Reguard
He stands there and talks to Angel. He won't even look in my directon, much less acknowledge my presence. I don't know that he even notices me anymore. That hurts, if hurt is what this is. I do not understand. I wish to be near him. I wonder if this is left over from the shell. From Fred. He does not like it when I call her the shell, so I shall call her by her name, even to myself. I would call her goddess if he would only talk to me.
He is talking to Spike. Why will he talk to everyone but me?
"If it's a Borex needs putting down, I could do it. Havent had a decent spot of violence since the blue meanie and I stopped sparring." Spike indicates me; but Wesley continues to ignore me.
I feel affection for Spike. He is often irritating; but he understands me better than the others. He feels a small portion of my pain. We have things in common. He would say we are birds of a feather.
Wesley is leaving without sparing me a glance. Watching him walk away like this is terrible. "He serves no reguard for my presence." I mutter.
"No creatures attention, huh?" Asks Spike.
I turn my gaze upon him, and I am rewarded by his look of panic.
"Hey, you wanna go find something to hit? He asks quickly.
Yes, I do want something to hit. Something to hit would ease my inner turmoil. I will rip this Borex to shreds.
AN: Hope this is good. I just loved that little scene between Spike and Illyria. LOL I think she's the only one who could put that look on his face. (Well besides Buffy; but she's out of the picture.)
Disclaimer: Don't own anything from Angel.
No Reguard
He stands there and talks to Angel. He won't even look in my directon, much less acknowledge my presence. I don't know that he even notices me anymore. That hurts, if hurt is what this is. I do not understand. I wish to be near him. I wonder if this is left over from the shell. From Fred. He does not like it when I call her the shell, so I shall call her by her name, even to myself. I would call her goddess if he would only talk to me.
He is talking to Spike. Why will he talk to everyone but me?
"If it's a Borex needs putting down, I could do it. Havent had a decent spot of violence since the blue meanie and I stopped sparring." Spike indicates me; but Wesley continues to ignore me.
I feel affection for Spike. He is often irritating; but he understands me better than the others. He feels a small portion of my pain. We have things in common. He would say we are birds of a feather.
Wesley is leaving without sparing me a glance. Watching him walk away like this is terrible. "He serves no reguard for my presence." I mutter.
"No creatures attention, huh?" Asks Spike.
I turn my gaze upon him, and I am rewarded by his look of panic.
"Hey, you wanna go find something to hit? He asks quickly.
Yes, I do want something to hit. Something to hit would ease my inner turmoil. I will rip this Borex to shreds.
AN: Hope this is good. I just loved that little scene between Spike and Illyria. LOL I think she's the only one who could put that look on his face. (Well besides Buffy; but she's out of the picture.)