"Its never simple is it?"
> Future version of @AMirrorWatcher
> Set 500 years into the future
> Cryonically Frozen by his lover, William.
> Always by his side.
> the Last known Watcher
> Part of @BuffyReloaded's @SlayerReloaded
@SoddingSoul --cheekbones. Red rimmed eyes, still struggling to get used to the light, gaze into this oh so familiar pale blues.
"Are you.... Are you saying I'm the only human left? There are... No others? They all..." His voice turns small and shaking as--
@SoddingSoul --back, Ice-blues look up at the face he's grown to love so much, that half smile still in place.
"You really hung around my…" he waves a hand at the cryogenic chamber, "temporary abode for five centuries?"
@SoddingSoul --knew William wasn't as dumb as he sometimes like to play when it came to others.
"I missed you," Wesley whispers, though he knows he could not do so consciously while being cryogenically frozen. It's still a given fact.
Tilting his head--
@SoddingSoul --know what is important anymore.
"Are we... are we still in Sunnydale?" he asks tentatively, putting the science fictionesque arm down and letting his finger tips trail over the strange material it seems to be made of.
"Are there even--
@SoddingSoul --Lorne perhaps? He has no idea how old Pyleans can become. But anyone else will be gone, unless something went terribly wrong.
"Gear, ID," he babbles, those words making about as much sense as.
"No books are left? Nothing? Not even uh...--