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faith lehane indie rp private, selective penned by alexa "I hope evil takes a MasterCard."

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Welcome! My name is Alexa, 28+, PST, she/her. 

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𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺 .   (   a  series  of  question - based  starters .  )

❛  how  did  this  happen ?  ❜ ❛  what  are  you  talking  about ?  ❜ ❛  why  didn’t  you  tell  me ?  ❜ ❛  when  will  you  stop  running ?  ❜ ❛  can  i  get  your  number ?  ❜ ❛  did  you  really  think  i’d  never  figure  it  out ?  ❜ ❛  why  are  you  pushing  me  away ?  ❜ ❛  why  should  i  care ?  ❜ ❛  do  you  love  me ?  ❜ ❛  who  did  this  to  you ?  ❜ ❛  why  weren’t  you  there  for  me ?  ❜ ❛  are  you  okay ?  ❜ ❛  why  aren’t  you  dressed  yet ?  ❜ ❛  where  have  you  been ?  ❜ ❛  why  do  you  never  stay  in  the  mornings ?  ❜ ❛  why  don’t  you  ever  stay ?  ❜ ❛  can  you  hear  me ?  ❜ ❛  why  can’t  you  look  me  in  the  eyes ?  ❜ ❛  where  is  this  coming  from ?  ❜ ❛  can  i  kiss  you ?  ❜ ❛  what  aren’t  you  telling  me ?  ❜ ❛  is  there  anything  i  can  do ?  ❜ ❛  are  you  here  to  kill  me ?  ❜ ❛  where  am  i  supposed  to  go ?  ❜ ❛  do  you  wanna  get  out  of  here ?  ❜ ❛  who  sent  you ?  ❜ ❛  can  we  put  this  behind  us ?  ❜ ❛  are  you  looking  for  someone ?  ❜ ❛  who  gave  this  to  you ?  ❜ ❛  who  was  that ?  ❜ ❛  do  you  think  i’m  stupid ?  ❜ ❛  can  you  help  me ?  ❜ ❛  where  is  this  coming  from ?  ❜ ❛  who  am  i  to  you ?  ❜ ❛  why  is  this  so  important to you ?  ❜ ❛  do  you  want  to  come  in ?  ❜ ❛  what  can  i  say  to  fix  this ?  ❜ ❛  did  you  mean  it ?  ❜ ❛  when  did  you  stop  loving  me ?  ❜ ❛  are  you  [ name ] ?  ❜ ❛  why  do  these  things  always  happen  to  me ?  ❜ ❛  who  do  you  think  you  are ?  ❜ ❛  why  are  you  lying  to  me ?  ❜ ❛  why  are  you  here ?  ❜ ❛  why  can’t  you  just  tell  me  the  truth ?  ❜ ❛  do  you  love  me ?  ❜ ❛  why  don’t  you  believe  me ?  ❜ ❛  do  you  think  i  deserve  this ?  ❜ ❛  why  are  you  doing  this ?  ❜ ❛  what  can  i  do ?  ❜ ❛  can  you  walk ?  ❜ ❛  is  there  a  good  ending  for  us ?  ❜ ❛  what  was  i  supposed  to  do ?  ❜ ❛  did  you  ever  love  me ?  ❜ ❛  why  do  you  care ?  ❜ ❛  how  can  i  fix  this ?  ❜ ❛  what  can  i  say  to  make  it  better ?  ❜ ❛  how  can  i  help ?  ❜ ❛  did  i  ever  stand  a  chance ?  ❜ ❛  do  you  trust  me ?  ❜ ❛  do  you  ever  stop  talking ?  ❜ ❛  can  i  come  with  you ?  ❜ ❛  why  would  you  say  that ? ❛  how  have  you  been ?  ❜ ❛  why  can’t  you  just  move  on ?  ❜ ❛  when  will  i  see  you  again ?  ❜ ❛  can  we  talk ?  ❜ ❛  do  you  have  a  minute ?  ❜ ❛  do  we  know  each  other ?  ❜ ❛  can  you  shut  up ?  ❜

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

❛ i didn’t know where else to go. ❜

❛ i’ll never be that me again. ❜

❛ you can still be good. ❜

❛ i thought you’d be here. ❜

❛ don’t act like you know me. ❜

❛ because i care about you, okay? ❜

❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜

❛ i was scared. i thought you had lost your way. ❜

❛ am i supposed to just let you go? ❜

❛ you deserve better than me. ❜

❛ don’t make me do this. ❜

❛ i’m not who you think i am. ❜

❛ you don’t mean that. ❜

❛ please just hold me. ❜

❛ i don’t want to understand, i want you to stay. ❜

❛ and why should i care? ❜

❛ you look awful. ❜

❛ i can’t do this without you. ❜

❛ don’t let me lose you too. ❜

❛ for what it’s worth, i really am sorry. ❜

❛ it’s not your fault. ❜

❛ i don’t know who i am anymore. ❜

❛ is this the part where you kick me out? ❜

❛ don’t we deserve to be happy? ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜

❛ it was a nightmare, that’s all. ❜

❛ it’s just a scratch, don’t worry. ❜

❛ you know me better than i know myself. ❜

❛ don’t go where i can’t follow. ❜

❛ you’re better off without me. ❜

❛ we all die alone. ❜

❛ people get hurt if they get too close to me. ❜

❛ i hate what i’ve become. ❜

❛ i’m not going anywhere. ❜

❛ is there anything i can do to help? ❜

❛ i don’t even recognize you anymore. ❜

❛ who did this to you? ❜

❛ please don’t leave me. ❜

❛ oh, now you care? ❜

❛ don’t come any closer! ❜

❛ i missed you so much. ❜

❛ you don’t have to say anything. ❜

❛ do you want me to leave? ❜

❛ why are you avoiding me? ❜

❛ you could have died, you know. ❜

❛ i wish you were here. ❜

❛ you’re not alone. i’m staying right here. ❜

❛ i can be your family. ❜

❛ of course i’m here. where else would i be? ❜

❛ we just can’t seem to get it right, huh? ❜

❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜

❛ don’t push me away again. ❜

❛ this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. ❜

❛ you’re leaving already? ❜

❛ this was a mistake. ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

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stormsouled​:

“Sheeee… knows I was headed to Los Angeles to get reinforcements. I told her I’d take who I could get,” Willow admitted somewhat sheepishly. Sure, Buffy was probably expecting Angel- they didn’t have time to fill her in on the whole soul thing when Fred called. But another Slayer, to lead the potentials? That was huge. Oh, crap- did Faith even know about the potentials? One thing at a time.

Hey, Faith- welcome back from your mystic drug coma. We have a few dozen girls who are proto-Slayers, all the Watchers are dead and blind cultists are ritually hunting down pre-Chosen Ones. Want to help whip them into fighting shape?

“Katra,” she graciously corrected. “When we put your soul back in place. That was the… spell name.” Willow silently winced, remembering that night Tara met who she thought was Buffy. How blind she’d been to her girlfriend’s discomfort as Faith paraded around making Buffy into a bully of sorts. But Tara… smart Tara, she knew right away that wasn’t right. Always so perceptive to the auras around her. That was an innate magic Willow never quite figured out, even if she could sense the Orpheus wafting off the brunette Slayer like an ex-lover’s perfume. The wiccan woman tried to stifle her discomfort as Faith continued on. She didn’t even say anything when the boot hit the dashboard- at least it isn’t blood or vomit, she reminded herself.

“That sounds pretty par for the course with Angel and Angelus. That was your first real meeting with him, wasn’t it? Big bad vampire,” Willow hummed, her thoughts veering back to the first time he unleashed hell on Sunnydale. How it broke Buffy’s heart… Giles’ too. And even after all this time, no one gave up on Angel. Hell, they’d all given up on Faith too, and here she was making amends. The Scoobies were giving Willow the same kindness, but the fear was still bubbling under the surface. And Willow hated herself for it most of all.

“She… Tara was my girl. She, um… died last year. B-but for what it’s worth, I think she wouldn’t have held it against you. When we, uh, switched your soul back. She knew you were hurting. She always knew when people were hurting.”

Sometimes it was too late for second chances… wasn’t it? Wasn’t that what Willow had told Faith years ago?

Cool, so Buffy would be expecting her ex-man and instead she’d be getting Faith, who just took a nice little stroll through her ex-man’s brain. Yeah, none of that sounded like something that would set her Slayer counterpart off at all. Her full name wouldn’t be Buffy ‘The Reasonable’ Summers for nothing. 

Even on some uber drug and nearly dead, Faith somehow felt safer in LA. “Is what it is, yo.” Was that convincing? 

“First real time, yeah.” Angel pretending to be Angelus in order to trick her didn’t count, but it certainly gave her a hint of the sadistic chaos factor that the demon seemed to embody. “And hopefully the last. Guy deserves as much time behind the wheel as he needs. Personally, I also deserve never to have to watch him eat a rat ever again. Wicked nasty.”

Yeah, that burger might have to wait another few minutes. 

Then... she was silent. Faith glanced at Willow’s profile, then back ahead at the road, letting that bit of news sink in. So she wouldn’t be getting a second chance with Tara. Because she was gone. For good. 

She knew you were hurting.

"Shit.” Faith squeezed her temples with her thumb and index finger when it proved to affect her more than can be helped by shrugging it off. How could someone like her still be alive while the good ones barely get a chance? “I’m sorry, Wil. If you don’t mind my askin’, how’d it happen?”

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stormsouled​:

Traffic was steady enough that Willow could fish for loose fries at the bottom of her bag with one hand while steering with the other. She could sort of tell that off to the side, Faith wasn’t having the best of times with her food. Another silent prayer was sent up to whichever wiccan spirit might prevent upset tummies as she navigated.

“We do need you - Buffy needs you,” she nodded, finishing a mouthful of fries. “Besides, I hear if you stop one more apocalypse, you get a free sandwich.” Willow laughed, but the laugh was small. Nervous - unsteady. She wasn’t sure what her relationship with Faith was here. They weren’t exactly friends in the least, but after seeing what she was willing to do for Angel, it was a little more certain the women were on the same side. And she didn’t want to admit it, but all that soul-saving magic really took a lot out of her. And pushed her deep towards the darkness she was so deathly afraid of.

“It was tough, I won’t lie. There were some serious dark forces that did not want that soul to be saved, but the whole team was working as best as they could to keep you two safe,” Willow explained. She was reluctant to say it was all her strength that overpowered the beast’s master, because she’d been afraid to go full-tilt into her powers. And Fred was integral, in fact over-enthusiastic, in the ritual with the Orb of Thesulah. Honestly, it was a mystical miracle she was able to do everything they needed of her without becoming a problem herself. Save one soul, lose another. “I can’t take all the credit for the Draconian Katra, though. That was me and…”

Under the guise of checking to change lanes, Willow quieted for a minute. Did Faith deserve to know? After everything she’d done? But then, it was more of a disservice to her memory to pretend like she hadn’t been her entire world…

“Me and Tara. But how was it for you? On the inside?”

Smooth. Change of subject. No way it’d go wrong.

As if the burger didn’t make her stomach churn enough, the name that started with a ‘B’ had her conscience tucking and rolling out of the car. She breathed out a nervous laugh. “Sure she knows I’m coming? We’re talkin’ Buffy Summers, right? Kinda short, blonde, chased me across LA to kill me after I chased her across Sunny to kill her? You tell me this was her idea then I’ll be sure I’m still trippin’.” No way her fellow Slayer looked evil in the eye and said ‘you know who we need? Faith. Willow, you go get her from prison, which she’s in for killing people instead of listening to me and—’.... Yeah, maybe they were all on drugs.

“Draconian what-ra? You both did yoga or something?” For a long moment, the name ‘Tara’ bounced around her head, trying to attach to a memory that had been long buried beneath her worse crimes. Then the face came to mind, a face she’d only met while Faith herself was wearing another face. She shifted her gaze to Willow’s profile. “Tara. That your girl? Think as far as first impressions go... well, I still made worse ones. Wasn’t too nice, though. I owe her a second go.”

With a shrug, she sunk back in the seat and propped a foot up on the dashboard as she plucked up a fry, examining it like it might be poisoned. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.” She’d been so sure that she was gonna die for that vampire, but she owed him her life anyway. Just a fact. No need to get weepy about it. “Got to see Angelus and Angel duke it out, though. Won’t be able to forget that image. Most of it was just watching Angel be sad through the decades while Angelus threw tantrums. Annoying guy.” Then, after another long moment and braving a single fry, she turned her gaze back onto the road, attempting to sound nonchalant. “Wasn’t gonna let him win. Angel’s one of the good ones.”

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stormsouled​:

@hurtemback wants s7 faith and willow {road trip!}

“Just… please don’t toss your cookies in the passenger seat. I just got the blood stains cleaned out of the upholstery.”

Willow kept her own greasy In-N-Out bag on her lap as she pulled back onto the freeway from their brief stop. At this hour of night, the traffic to Sunnydale wouldn’t be abysmal, but it was still longer than she’d spent trapped in a moving metal box with Faith in years. Not that the slayer was in much of a state for protesting- in fact, quite the opposite. She’d gotten about a fraction of the 411 from Wesley and his crew in Los Angeles about prison and all the soul business. And while she didn’t have all the answers, the redhead was smart enough to fill in some gaps herself, about how Faith had been all but ready to sacrifice herself for the re-ensouled vampire-who-was-temporarily-sans-said-soul.

She didn’t quite get all the details on how that one had happened either. Honestly, she was just glad she could make with the mojo and not go all Manic Panic hair dye this time.

Willow kept her eyes on the road as she drove, wondering if it was rude not to look at Faith. Was it more rude to stare? She could smell, among other things, the lingering traces of magic on her. It was like club soda fizz to the senses, but almost burning to the recovering wiccan. 

“Y-you can turn up the air conditioning as much as you need. It’s not the strongest, but…” she removed one hand from the steering wheel to fiddle with the knobs in example. “We’ll get the LA radio up through Ventura at least, if you want to pick the tunes. You’re… you’re really sure about coming back to Sunnydale, right? I can always drop you off somewhere else if you want.”

How you feeling?

Like I did mushrooms and got eaten by a bear.

The In-N-Out burger with a single bite taken out of it mocked Faith with its promised deliciousness, as if it knew that she couldn’t chow down like she would’ve liked after her stint in prison. The sauce dripped between her fingers and into the cardboard tray in her lap while her stomach acid threatened to detail the interior of Willow’s ride. She stared, dejected at her present physical limitation on devouring the food in her grasp, yet her thoughts steered clear of any sort of musing on fairness. Angel made it pretty damn clear that the road to redemption wouldn’t have any of that nonsense in store for her. Not even in the form of a burger after taking the hardest of hard supernatural drugs for the Greater Good. 

“Relax, Wil,” Faith said as she set the burger down in the tray. She’ll try another bite in a few minutes. “It’s all good. And yeah, I’m set on Sunny D. If you need me, you need me. Don’t got anywhere else to be. Might as well play Southern California apocalypse Bingo.” Out of the mouth of the bear and into the mouth of... whatever was the predator of the bear. If that existed. 

She brought the pad of her thumb to her lips and sucked some of the sauce from the burger, hoping to slowly reintroduce her stomach to some real food. That Orpheus crash couldn’t last for that much longer... right? (Yeah, stupid thought.) “So what was it like on your side of things, putting Angel back where he belongs? How’d you do it? Last I saw you, you were swingin’ backpacks.” Then she snapped her fingers. “Nah, you switched my body back with B, didn’t you? No way G pulled that one off himself.”

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18. a kiss on the throat.

They played with sharp things under the guise of clashing bodies; fangs resided behind those sweet lips and the slayer’s knife in her jacket pocket pushed back between their chests, a heavy reminder that they were, on paper, enemies. Their tentative, conditional relationship bore a prickliness that Faith had come to accept as a reality to the world. All her life she’d lain in a bed of nails and slept to the tune of ‘love is pain’. Love was found in a sea of pins, so take it where you can find it, but it’ll cost you. Always.

When Hayley’s lips pressed to her throat, Faith tilted her head back against the tombstone and welcomed the pins. It was how people loved, after all. There was an excitement to it, a god complex flaunted at the thing that could kill her but she’d never let it. She’d learned to let it get her hot, to flirt with the sharp thing until she got what she needed for the night and fled, triumphant over her own gritty realm of fleeting love once again. But this time, she wasn’t pierced. Blood didn’t spill and nothing was taken from her.

She never could get this part right. These waters without sharp things gently rocked the heart in her chest that everyone in her life had long forgotten about, but without the sharp things she couldn’t navigate the way she was taught. She couldn’t navigate it with Robin, who’d underestimated the task it was to care for her. She couldn’t even navigate it while wearing another face. Hayley couldn’t know what she was getting into with this painless kiss that made Faith’s heart slip out from between her ribs, reminding the world that it was still there whether they were all ready for it or not. 

Faith’s fingers parted the hair on the back of Hayley’s head as she guided her back up to a painless kiss of her own, along with a wordless request to be patient as she navigated the soft things. She slung an arm around her neck and touched the angle of her jaw with her fingertips, pretending for a moment that she could be worthy, like sneaking a forbidden drink of her mother’s honeyed whiskey when she was eleven just to see what all the fuss was about. Love. What was all the fuss about love? With Hayley, she dared to sneak a sip. To her surprise, she didn’t cut her tongue on broken glass. 

Yet.

[sagamemes]

sharing is caring.     small favours are what the beginnings of intimacy are made out of, i’m told. so here’s some prompts about sharing and borrowing.  send me  ‘ sharing is caring ’ and a number for our muses to indulge in something from the list, and feel free to specify or give context if you want to !

sharing a flat

sharing a room

sharing a bed

sharing an improvised sleeping arrangement

my muse giving their [coat/jacket/jumper/hoodie] to yours

your muse giving their [coat/jacket/jumper/hoodie] to mine

my muse borrowing a full set of casual clothes from yours

your muse borrowing a full set of casual clothes from mine

my muse borrowing a [piece of/set of] formalwear from yours

your muse borrowing a [piece of/set of] formalwear from mine

sharing a meal

sharing dessert

sharing street food

my muse asking to loan something of sentimentic value from yours

your muse asking to loan something of sentimentic value from mine

my muse asking to loan something of financial value from yours

your muse asking to loan something of financial value from mine

sharing a car ride

sharing a motorcycle

sharing a bicycle

sharing an amusement park ride car

sharing a playground equipment

sharing toys

my muse borrowing a piece hobby / job equipment from yours  ( book, instrument, sports gear, etc. )

your muse borrowing a piece hobby / job equipment from mine  ( book, instrument, sports gear, etc. )

sharing knowledge

sharing a secret

sharing photographs

my muse asking to loan money from yours

your muse asking to loan money from mine

[sagamemes]

spots to kiss.   since y’all like kissing prompts—and who wouldn’t, honestly–so have a collection of places to press your lips to. many of these work perfectly fine for platonic or familiar affection while some are a bit steamier, though what counts as what is of course naturally dependent on the muses and the context. send ‘ SPOTS TO KISS + [number] ’ to kiss my muse there, or with # for dealer’s choice. context and description allowed and encouraged. feel free to use the last option  ( 57 )  to give the kiss on any fantasy or scifi body parts not listed here.

a kiss on the top of the head.

a kiss to hair.

a kiss on the forehead.

a kiss on the space between eyebrows.

a kiss on the temple.

a kiss on the cheek.

a kiss on the eyelid or the undereye.

a kiss on the nose

a kiss on the ear.

a kiss on that space where jaw connects.

a kiss on the corner of the mouth.

a kiss on the cupid’s bow.

a kiss on the lips.

a kiss on the chin.

a kiss on the jawline.

a kiss on the back of the neck.

a kiss on the underside of the jaw.

a kiss on the throat.

a kiss on the side of the neck.

a kiss on where the back of the neck turns to shoulder.

a kiss above the collarbone.

a kiss along the collarbone.

a kiss on the space between collarbones.

a kiss on the shoulder.

a kiss on the bicep.

a kiss on the forearm.

a kiss on the elbow.

a kiss on the outside of the wrist.

a kiss on the inside of the wrist.

a kiss on the back of the hand.

a kiss on the palm.

a kiss on a finger.  ( which one? )

a kiss on the side of the ribs.

a kiss on the shoulder blade.

a kiss on the space between shoulder blades.

a kiss along the curve of the spine.

a kiss on the upper back.

a kiss on the lower back.

a kiss on the sternum.

a kiss on a pec / breast.

a kiss under the breast.

a kiss on where the sternum ends.

a kiss on the stomach.

a kiss on the navel.

a kiss on the hipbone.

a kiss on the ‘v’.

a kiss on the front of the thigh.

a kiss on the back of the thigh.

a kiss on the inner thigh.

a kiss on the knee.

a kiss on the calf.

a kiss on the ankle.

a kiss on the heel.

a kiss on the foot.

a kiss on a toe.

a kiss on an nsfw body part not listed here.  ( where? )

a kiss on a sfw body part not listed here.  ( where? )

[whatisyourchildhoodtrauma]

FAITH LEHANE ♡ └ BTVS (7.19) "Empty Places"

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on a very long train ride home then this whole thing will be over! idk if i’ll be able to make tumblr work on this internet but hmu on discord if y’all want anything!

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adeathsentence​:

“That so?” Hayley questioned nonchalantly before making her move, a predator circling its prey. Though she figured in this case, it was more like two wolves facing off rather than prey considering what she saw from the Slayer’s skills. She moved in close–too close–and reached into her pocket as Faith reached her conclusion. Producing a matchbox, she plucked one out, deftly struck it against her boot and held the tiny flame up to Faith’s unlit cigarette in one fluid motion, her eyes never leaving the Slayer’s. Suddenly she was thankful for all the campfires the Crescents had in the bayou, deeming it necessary to have some on her at any given time. “Glad we see eye to eye, but just so you know, fangs aren’t all I’ve got going for me.” The Hybrid remarked, a smirk settling on her lips as she plucked the cigarette from Faith, took a drag, and held it back out for her to take. What? Her lungs would instantly heal! 

@hurtemback​, continued from here.

Faith was used to being trouble. Compared to the others around her, she always did have a little something extra that made everyone’s heads explode. Now she was experiencing the flip side. Or maybe not even the flip side, but an equal footing that she’d never fully felt before. Hayley met her at her level and returned the challenge, whatever that challenge was. Maybe it was just the challenge to survive each other. 

Faith was watching her very carefully with a slight twist to her lips, amused. Not breaking eye contact, she took the cigarette back between her fingers. “The kids back home would crucify me for this,” she began, referring to the Scooby gang and their tendency to distrust her. Yeah yeah, for good reason in the past, whatever. But Hayley... now, she was different. They hadn’t seen anything like her before. Faith took a step toward her and brushed a stray hair from Hayley’s face, fingertip tracing her hairline. “...but maybe I just wanna see all you have going for you.”

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@adeathsentence​

They’d saved the world... then she was sent to the opposite end of the Earth from where the rest of the gang was headed. It didn’t sound terrible, investigating the supernatural hotbed that was the Big Easy, according to the reports. She could at least be grateful she was given the option over the Hellmouth in Cleveland. But there was something going on in New Orleans that was different from Sunnydale, Los Angeles, and even Boston. 

For one, at least for the past couple of nights, the cemeteries were empty. 

Alright, so she could’ve patrolled a little longer on her first night, if she hadn’t found a pretty little distraction that pulled her attention for the evening. But even as she patrolled now, smoothing her hand over a tombstone with a fancy French name inscribed on the plaque, the undead seemed very... dead. It would be all well and good if she hadn’t run into someone walking around with two clean fang marks peaking out from under their collar. 

Wicked hickey, she’d said, hopeful that her investigation would start leading her to more exciting things. Oh, this? I fell on a fork, he’d said. 

Sure ‘bout that? If you got attacked, there are people who can help with that kind of problem. 

What are you talking about? I fell on a fork. 

Freaking weird. And just when she was starting to think she might not get any answers, she had a sneaking sense that she was no longer the only one in the cemetery in the late hours of the night. She gripped her stake tighter and stepped lightly between the towering tombs. 

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❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜ L M A O

Her hand instinctively reached for the carton of cigarettes and lighter in her back pocket. What had she gotten herself into? “Got the wrong slayer for that one, hot stuff,” she replied with a cigarette dangling between her lips. She flicked her lighter again and again, but it couldn’t hold a flame long enough. “It’s the other Chosen One who bumps uglies with the bad guys, ‘specially if they’ve got the fangs going for ‘em. That’s her rep, not mine.” Even though Hayley was proving to not be like the other vampires she was used to. Even though Hayley wasn’t just a vampire. Even though they’d already ‘bumped uglies’, as she so eloquently put it....

Faith muttered an expletive as she gave up on her dud of a lighter, tossing it to the ground, unable to get that sweet relief. Hey, maybe it was all symbolic or something. After a long moment of glancing around, avoiding eye contact with an unlit cigarette in hand, Faith finally looked up at Hayley for a few definitive seconds. Yeah, a face like that was a great counterargument. “Screw it. I’m your chick.”

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❛ you frustrate me incredibly. ❜

"If I don't, who else would be willing to pick up the job? No one can light that spark in you like I do, girlfriend. It’s okay if you need a little push. But we’re more similar than you think. And I can take whatever you throw at me when you explode.” She shrugs as they walk shoulder to shoulder in the cover of night. Just as she picks up her pace towards the cemetery, she shoots a seductive grin back at Buffy. “When all those emotions you’ve been keepin’ buried start tasting like pop rocks? Try me on for size.” 

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