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“This isn’t what it looks like...” she quickly hid the item in her bag. Of course, she knew Spike couldn’t REALLY do or say anything about her stealing from the magic shop. He often was the one lurking around. However, it didn’t stop her from feeling guilty. “What are you even doing here Spike? Hmmm?”
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BUFFY
be strong, be strong, be strong.
the voice inside her head repeated those two words like a mantra. she’d faced vampires and demons and death, yet none of it was as difficult as this. the loss, the grief. joyce was the touchstone in both of her daughters lives, and without her, buffy was lost. she could save the world, but could she take care of dawn? would she be able to be everything to dawn as their mother had been?
there’s a new voice now, not her own: not repeating the same two words. gaze averted, she blinks away the tears before facing dawn. she offers her a smile, possibly the hardest thing she’s ever done, and gladly accepts the mug her sister had offered. why did it feel like dawn was the one who was taking care of them? she drinks.
‘ it’s perfect, monkey brains and all. thanks, dawnie. ‘
Dawn smiled a little more and sat down next to Buffy. It was ROUGH at the moment, walking around the house, being reminded that their mom wouldn’t come back from her showings or be there to tell them to do THERE ever. Dawn had tried to be SOLVE there problem, solve EVERYTHING, Bring her back, but she couldn’t go through with it. The spell would have brought her back wrong, and now there was one less picture of Joyce left.
“I felt bad... for saying you didn’t care and... I thought why not make some hot chocolate... because... because....” Tears fell down her cheeks as she tried to speak. Dawn didn’t want to speak the next sentence. Why was it so hard to say anything. More tears rushed down her cheeks, so quick she was unable to stop them completely with her hand. She managed to control her tears “because... that’s what mom would do.... or try and feed you soup, but I didn’t think you’d want soup.”
Angst starter sentences
“If you say one more word, I swear you’ll regret it.” “Please, help me! Please!” “I swear I didn’t do this! You’ve got to believe me!” “You’ll spend the rest of your life here and I’m going to give you nothing.” “Aw, are you hungry? Too bad I have no leftovers to give you.” “Can I at least have my phone call?” “Don’t panic, it’s really not that much blood.” “Get your hands off me!” “Let go of me, you’re hurting me!” “I-I think you’re dying…” “I will bash your fucking head in!” “Why are you leaving me?!” “You deserve to be punished.” “How dare you give me that look?!” “Take one more step and I’ll fuck you up.” “What makes you think I care about you?” “When did you turn into such a monster?” “You’ve gone insane…” “Can’t you see you’re supposed to die by my hand?” “I’m starving!”
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“---- Tara, are we still up for SHAKES? I mean if your busy with magic and school stuff I understand.”
&&BUFFY:
“You’re right. I’m not mom, but you know, you not wearing short skirts until you’re thirty is probably something mom can get behind too. So if you want to take it up with her… be my guest.” Not that their mother had cared when Buffy wore mini skirt after mini skirt in high school, but then again Buffy wasn’t the baby. As the youngest Dawn got to be sheltered and coddled in ways Buffy never had been.
She sighed, relenting as soon as her sister apologized. “It’s fine Dawnie. Come on, why don’t I make us some lunch, and we can watch a movie? I’ll even let you pick it.”
“Mom would n....” she didn’t finish her sentence, knowing her mom would not approve of a mini skirt. Even if Dawn was old enough, she didn’t need someone watching her, or controlling how she dressed. She raised her eyebrow as her sister dropped it, it usually took more than JUST an apology for Buffy to stop being on her case.
“Really? Actual lunch? like... sandwiches and chips? You don’t have any Slayer stuff with Giles?” she stopped for a moment, and nodded her head. “Cool... why are you being so nice and not more screamy and shouty and Buffy like?” She smiled a little, leaning against the door now her mind focused on what movie she and Buffy could watch? Did they have any popcorn? y’know the important questions.
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“Death is not the opposite of Life, but a very important companion to her. These two go together- not on opposite ends of the spectrum, but hand in hand.”
“---one hurts and one doesn’t. One TOOK My mother and my sister away.. and one is the reason I’m still HERE...”
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“Willow, do we really have to have HER around?” Dawn was of course referring to the Buffy Bot and it’s robotic voice. Almost mocking the girl her sister was. It only was... somewhat like her when it was in battle. Only then. and still it had problems, it still wasn’t as GOOD as Buffy. “She went into my room today... can you... at least try and stop her from doing that?”
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You are precious no matter what you are. And I love you.
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Dawn held out the mug. Her hands were shaking, though, she tried to control it, and quickly put the mug down on the bedside table. The youngest Summers offered a small smile, but it didn’t reach her cheeks. She was TRYING to keep herself from shedding a few tears. Why did she have to look? All those BODIES. Her mother felt SO COLD... even if Buffy said she wasn’t... she was... she was.. She gulped a little, and looked down for a few moments, trying to forget the image that was in her head. “---- I tried to make it like mom...... DID. extra chocolate and marshmallows or as you refer to them... monkey brains.”
“How exactly did you manage to give yourself a black eye?”
“---- See, I was trying to get something but it was on a REALLY high shelve and then..bam! book in my face...” Dawn offered a little smile, applying the frozen peas to her eye. She didn’t go into DETAILS about which BOOK she was trying to get. She knew she’d be in trouble if someone knew... she’d be trying to reach for one of the MAGIC SHOPS books earlier. She wasn’t ALLOWED to touch anything. She was thankful to be home, she could now say she was just trying to reach one of her DIARIES.
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LIKE FOR A STARTER! HELP ME GET MY DAWNIE BACK!
“ Yes. It’s terribly simple. The good guys are always STALWART & TRUE. The bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and, uh, we always defeat them and SAVE THE DAY. No one ever dies and… everybody lives happily ever after. ”
“ —— LIAR. ”
