For the open_on_sunday prompt Wave

[lady_windermere]

The three of you walk out the door. It is dark, and none of you want to remember. Gunn is still in hospital, but none of you head there. Illyria, head held high, walks a straight line across the street, dis-appearing down an alley.

You are silent as you consider your options. Now you have the chance to find yourself.

Angel heads right, so you go left. There are no comradely pats on the back, or handshake. No friendly waves good-bye. The three of you survive, but that is all you have now, each has their own destinies to fulfil.

Comments

[erin-starlight.livejournal.com]

I assume this is after the alley? It's very sad to me to see them each go different ways. I like seeing them together but I can see this happening. Sad but lovely in it's own way.

[http://users.livejournal.com/woman_of_/]

Yes it is after they are rested, they all go different ways! It was sad to write, but I thought for a little while they would. In my mind they come back together!