[WaM] 015 - Do you mind?
May. 30th, 2008 06:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rescuedapuppyThe thing about being dead is that certain things shouldn't apply anymore. But the things that don't apply are the ones that used to matter so much that being without them for so long can start to wear on someone. Vampires get headaches too, so it's not like he's trying to ignore the dull throb that's pressing on the front of his head. It's not for fun that he presses his fingers firmly to that spot trying to push the pain back into his head somehow.
If he had an actual bloodstream that flowed through him the whole way around he could take something for it. Modern science creates small miracles in tiny white pills called Exedrin, and really he'd take a few if it meant the pain would stop.
It won't though, and the rest of his body relies on instinct too much. Natural reflexes that occur for his benefit and that of whoever he's with, but sometimes he nearly aches to have a circulatory system that pumped blood to the part of his brain that hurt when he had to read through a stack of papers. The easy way was having Sasha stack them up with small little 3M colored arrows telling him where to sign, where to initial. But she wasn't his assistant and if she was asking him to sign things it was usually an expense report for a client, or a waiver for a client.
He wasn't brooding either. If one more person walked into his office asking him if he'd been thinking too much about something, or needed some space he was going to show them the meaning of the word brood in a month long sabbatical to the land of no other co-workers. His fingers pressed against his forehead letting his eyes stare at the blotter on his desk as he shut his eyes.
Light fingers pressed into his neck, rubbing against the nape and pressing with a deepness into tissue that actually felt good. They moved their touch along the side of his neck and then down across shoulders that had been too burdened with all the struggle of a century and then the last few years didn't help at all. Strong fingers splayed out a bit against skin rubbing and pressing into knots that Angel hadn't realized were so pronounced. Exhaling the breath he didn't need at all let him relax a bit more.
"You really are tense."
He would've nodded in agreement if the voice hadn't been sort of blonde... and airy... and Harmony.
His entire body went rigid in a moment, "Harmony."
"Yup! Really I could just dig my elbow in and work out some of those-"
"Harmony!" Angel let her name repeat again with more fire in it as he stood up sending his chair back into her a bit. "Do you mind?"
"Geeze! You're all cranky. I thought I'd help!"
"Not helping Harmony. Not helping at all." The notion that Harmony... of all people in his office that he wouldn't have minded... hell Spike would've been better than Harmony! "Don't you have something to do??"
"You bet Boss!"
His mouth drew into a tight line as his eyebrows raised up in question, "So... do it?"
"Right!" Harmony gave him a thumbs up as she headed out the office smiling brightly as she hovered in the door, "I mean... if you change you mind? I took two classes?"
He shook his head and moved to shut the door behind her as she was shuffled away and toward her desk. He really did have to figure out how to get rid of his headache, but never... ever was Harmony the answer.
If he had an actual bloodstream that flowed through him the whole way around he could take something for it. Modern science creates small miracles in tiny white pills called Exedrin, and really he'd take a few if it meant the pain would stop.
It won't though, and the rest of his body relies on instinct too much. Natural reflexes that occur for his benefit and that of whoever he's with, but sometimes he nearly aches to have a circulatory system that pumped blood to the part of his brain that hurt when he had to read through a stack of papers. The easy way was having Sasha stack them up with small little 3M colored arrows telling him where to sign, where to initial. But she wasn't his assistant and if she was asking him to sign things it was usually an expense report for a client, or a waiver for a client.
He wasn't brooding either. If one more person walked into his office asking him if he'd been thinking too much about something, or needed some space he was going to show them the meaning of the word brood in a month long sabbatical to the land of no other co-workers. His fingers pressed against his forehead letting his eyes stare at the blotter on his desk as he shut his eyes.
Light fingers pressed into his neck, rubbing against the nape and pressing with a deepness into tissue that actually felt good. They moved their touch along the side of his neck and then down across shoulders that had been too burdened with all the struggle of a century and then the last few years didn't help at all. Strong fingers splayed out a bit against skin rubbing and pressing into knots that Angel hadn't realized were so pronounced. Exhaling the breath he didn't need at all let him relax a bit more.
"You really are tense."
He would've nodded in agreement if the voice hadn't been sort of blonde... and airy... and Harmony.
His entire body went rigid in a moment, "Harmony."
"Yup! Really I could just dig my elbow in and work out some of those-"
"Harmony!" Angel let her name repeat again with more fire in it as he stood up sending his chair back into her a bit. "Do you mind?"
"Geeze! You're all cranky. I thought I'd help!"
"Not helping Harmony. Not helping at all." The notion that Harmony... of all people in his office that he wouldn't have minded... hell Spike would've been better than Harmony! "Don't you have something to do??"
"You bet Boss!"
His mouth drew into a tight line as his eyebrows raised up in question, "So... do it?"
"Right!" Harmony gave him a thumbs up as she headed out the office smiling brightly as she hovered in the door, "I mean... if you change you mind? I took two classes?"
He shook his head and moved to shut the door behind her as she was shuffled away and toward her desk. He really did have to figure out how to get rid of his headache, but never... ever was Harmony the answer.
