Lindsey had been pacing the hotel room for hours. Guitar hadn't calmed him down, he couldn't go hunting yet, not trusting himself to feed without Phae there to curb his hunger. So he was stuck here, promising to keep out the way like a good little girl.

"Fuck this shit," he muttered, jamming his hat on - screw what Spike or Gunn or any of the rest of 'em said - and marching out the hotel room. Let's see how good his senses had gotten, see if he could find his girl.

( Cuz I'm a spirit boy, ain't nobody gonna catch me... )

[ooc: I know this one's still in progress, if you want me to repost it in the main comm, let me know, love. ]

Tags: phaedra

( Crazy man walks into a bar... )

Tags: cavan, dead until dark

Tara found herself wandering back to a familiar place. Familiar for one of the two demons within the witch. Her innocent eyes had a twinge of malice behind them as she looked around the familiar area that held memories. She stood in the middle of a clearing within the park where recent events had happened.

Tara all but floated along the clearing, lighting up another cigarette while doing so. She held up the lighter and flicked it on and off, staring at the flame. Her free hand lifted up and she wiggled her fingers slightly.

( Pretty girl on every corner, sunshine turns the sky to gold. )

Tags: phaedra, saerian, tara

( I'm a spirit boy, ain't nobody gonna catch me. )

Tags: gretchen, phaedra

As soon as the sun set, her green eyes opened. Phaedra blinked, and yawned. She felt... more than a little groggy. It took a solid minute for her to register everything--that she'd been under someone else's control a day ago, that Lindsey had, in fact, been changed...

.... that he was lying in bed next to her, one arm around her waist.

Pushing strands of dark hair out of her face, Phaedra turned, watching Lindsey, who was not yet awake.

( Preacher man thought I was born again, I'm a little superstitious now... )

Tags: phaedra

The park was dead quiet.

That, Phaedra reasoned, was how it should be, at any rate. The witches, the wolf, the necromancer, the vampires... all gone.

Just her, just Lindsey.

She was leaving the next move up to him; even if it had been three centuries ago, Phaedra remembered how being turned had felt. She was still confused as to the whys and hows, and really, really would have to have a sit-down with "Sean," if she could stomach it without trying to sever his head.

( Everything's different... )

Tags: phaedra

Having refueled (much to Jason's dismay, on burgers rather than steak), Lindsey was feeling much more human. And able to stand without swaying, which was always a bonus. He'd stopped back at Phaedra's hotel to grab the rest of his weapons, feeling much more confident with a little more defence. Even if it probably wasn't going to do much good against Saerian.

And so now they were waiting for the Witchmobile. And this box which was apparently going to save the day. He just hoped it worked in time to save Phaedra.

Spike hopped over the wrought iron fence surrounding Sutherland Park, hands immediately digging into the pockets of his coat.

( I ain't no good, no how, not right now. )

Tags: anita, jason, phaedra, saerian

( ...My baby shot me down. )

Tags: phaedra, saerian

To: phaedra1700@gmail.com
From: [address unavailable]

Subject: unanswered phone calls/assignment

( Hello, darkness, my old friend. )

Tags: lilah, phaedra

Lindsey'd carried her, that's all she knew. And carried her half across Sunnydale, hanging on tight.

Past the desk clerk, who looked at the pair like maybe Phaedra was just drunk and passed out, despite the worry on Lindsey's face. Into the elevator, which seemed to take forever.

Through the hall. To her room.

( post-rescue sexin'. )

Tags: phaedra