SLAYER.
she really should learn to look a little less CONSPICUOUS , perched nimbly on the granite surface of a nearby headstone . her chin is heavily rested on an open palm , eyes gazing past the sprawled out plots of the cemetery .
P A T R O L . ( another exciting night in the life of a slayer . )
❛❛ should’ve just stayed home , mhmmm . i could be watching that christian slater blast from the past marathon on cable . ——————- i could be eating ice cream . hey —- you down there ! can we hurry this along ? chop chop ! ❜❜ upon closer inspection , one will see the carved STAKE lingering in her other hand as she seemingly talks to the fresh earth .
——————- she’s never been one for subtlety .
// OPEN STARTER !
“ Yes, yes, and I could have greatly progressed with my yearly review of my journals alongside the absolute bliss of a strong cup of proper British tea. We’re all making sacrifices tonight, Buffy. ”
Glasses are removed and cleaned, as is his habit ( point of fixation, nervous tick, grounding routine ). He surveys the area around them with eyes keener than the casual posture of his body would suggest. A teacher, first and foremost, but a skilled enough fighter in his own right ( and a bloody good one for his age, if you asked him ).
“ One could--- ” he begins, turning to face the young woman so casually seated above someone’s final resting place, legs swinging back and forth with obvious impatience, “ Well, you see, your nightly patrol isn’t merely so you can keep Sunnydale safe - though no one will argue the importance of that particular motivation. Patience, focus, discipline... All tested by routine. Your senses should remain sharp, even if the temptation to relax is strong. Arrogance can be just as lethal as any real demon you face, Buffy. Never lower your guard. ”
