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prodigalwatcher) wrote2006-09-11 03:25 pm
prodigalwatcher) wrote2006-09-11 03:25 pm
Entry tags:
Artistic License - L.A. Night Life
Title / Prompt: L.A. Night Life / Partial eclipse picture prompt
Character: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
Warning: None
Pairing: None
Fandom: Buffy/Angel
Word count: 441
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Wesley and other characters created by Joss Whedon and are property of Mutant Enemy Productions, and are used without permission.
The sun-- we take it so very much for granted here in Southern California. It is, in many ways, the very basis of much of the particular culture in this half of the state.
Southern California's weather, ranging from desert warm to Mediterranean temperate has been attracting people to the sunshine and blue skies for decades. Without the sun, there would not have developed the car culture of "cruising" and driving to be seen. The climes brought the film industry, which has fueled the Hollywood emphasis on appearance to this day.
Without the sun, Southern California, and Los Angeles, specifically, would be lost.
And so it came to pass.
When the Beast turned the daytime sky to night, we knew the consequences would be dire. It was easy to predict the first, most obvious events to occur first: panic and confusion, rioting, looting; all the now-familiar depths to which a fearful public can descend. And that was precisely the case.
Of course, we didn't realize the darkness would be accompanied by a rain of fire. If we thought we were seeing panic then, it was nothing compared to the chaos once the sky began to fall, aflame and angry. I cannot begin to conceive of the pressure under which the local authorities fell, and despite what was occurring within the walls of Wolfram & Hart or the Hyperion, I find that I still would chose my own shoes to theirs.
Dark days, those, full of dark deeds. The killings that gave the Beast the power to blacken the sky... the slaughter at Wolfram & Hart. I unleashed an insidious evil to combat a powerful one. I buried-- all right, I beheaded and incinerated-- a murdered lover. I broke a convicted murderer out of prison, and did all I could to forge her back into a killer. I sacrificed my Slayer on the altar of The Right Thing to Do, and by her will, not mine, was saved from having to bury her, as well.
I'll never know whether I was truly welcomed back into the fold, or merely accepted as a means to an end, allowed to step back into a semblance of my former life because it was convenient and advantageous for us all. Surprisingly, I find I don't care.
How ironic, as it turned out, that the one event that could bring me "in out of the cold", so to speak, was the taking away of our source of warmth and light. I suppose it could be well argued that I never really did "come in"; it was the rest of the world that was "left out" with me.
Character: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
Warning: None
Pairing: None
Fandom: Buffy/Angel
Word count: 441
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Wesley and other characters created by Joss Whedon and are property of Mutant Enemy Productions, and are used without permission.
The sun-- we take it so very much for granted here in Southern California. It is, in many ways, the very basis of much of the particular culture in this half of the state.
Southern California's weather, ranging from desert warm to Mediterranean temperate has been attracting people to the sunshine and blue skies for decades. Without the sun, there would not have developed the car culture of "cruising" and driving to be seen. The climes brought the film industry, which has fueled the Hollywood emphasis on appearance to this day.
Without the sun, Southern California, and Los Angeles, specifically, would be lost.
And so it came to pass.
When the Beast turned the daytime sky to night, we knew the consequences would be dire. It was easy to predict the first, most obvious events to occur first: panic and confusion, rioting, looting; all the now-familiar depths to which a fearful public can descend. And that was precisely the case.
Of course, we didn't realize the darkness would be accompanied by a rain of fire. If we thought we were seeing panic then, it was nothing compared to the chaos once the sky began to fall, aflame and angry. I cannot begin to conceive of the pressure under which the local authorities fell, and despite what was occurring within the walls of Wolfram & Hart or the Hyperion, I find that I still would chose my own shoes to theirs.
Dark days, those, full of dark deeds. The killings that gave the Beast the power to blacken the sky... the slaughter at Wolfram & Hart. I unleashed an insidious evil to combat a powerful one. I buried-- all right, I beheaded and incinerated-- a murdered lover. I broke a convicted murderer out of prison, and did all I could to forge her back into a killer. I sacrificed my Slayer on the altar of The Right Thing to Do, and by her will, not mine, was saved from having to bury her, as well.
I'll never know whether I was truly welcomed back into the fold, or merely accepted as a means to an end, allowed to step back into a semblance of my former life because it was convenient and advantageous for us all. Surprisingly, I find I don't care.
How ironic, as it turned out, that the one event that could bring me "in out of the cold", so to speak, was the taking away of our source of warmth and light. I suppose it could be well argued that I never really did "come in"; it was the rest of the world that was "left out" with me.