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[thatslayer]

Discord and Rhyme || Jedi & Faith

                        It's darker than Faith likes, this time of year. Even for someone who's used to living their life at night, the bleakness of the still and din in the wee hours of a midwestern morning can put a chill in the bones.

So it's stupid, it's dark and one irritated Slayer finds herself saddled with a wolf pup. New girl. All kinds of innocent eyes and fire-red hair. Add the fact that Jedi is half her age to the mix and Faith has been having an increasingly hard time keeping the bitchy tone out of her voice when they talk.

          She's only leading the way by a step, barely any extra pep in her pace compared to Jedi, but it's enough to keep her out front as they patrol the woods near a trailer park on the outskirts of town. Faith's mindlessly thumping the dull end of a stake into the palm of the opposite hand as they walk, trying her best to make small talk in the only way she knows how --- by getting way, way too personal, "So, what's the deal with you and Xand, anyway? I mean, not that I don't get the appeal. Guess I just don't... get the appeal, you know?"

@jedicollins​

[whatsbeautifulandbroken]

Every Little Piece of Me || Magnus & Alec

@therewillalwaysbeawar

             The stillness of a secluded spot on a quiet afternoon is broken by the opening of a portal and the mundane chatter that comes as a gift-with-purchase with married life. Alec's out first, cautious as always, taking in the room they've landed themselves in, "I don't have a problem with it, I'm just. Curious, I guess. Wouldn't it have just been easier to travel as a group?"

The room's dark. Not so dark that he can't see without abusing a rune, but dark enough that it takes his eyes a few moments to adjust and focus. It's not a pleasant view. Some kind of make-shift dungeon. Worse, a neat and tidy dungeon, which is just beyond creepy. There are a couple of regular, cheap-o filing cabinets pushed up against the walls and a large, wooden chair in the center of the room.

        And, the room? It's warded, so there's that. Against demons, Angels, this and that. Just warded all to hell and back by someone who seemed to forget that there are wards to keep out Downworlders... and Shadowhunters. Old school. It must be. Before the Circle made such a name for itself.

Alec's glances at the ground then takes couple of steps backward, putting an arm out to keep Magnus from traipsing right in and getting stuck, "Magnus... It looks like a crude Devil's Trap. Where are we, exactly?"

[intheskytonight]

If you won’t, I will.  - ♛ -  Buffy & Castiel

    Castiel has weasled. He's not known for it, at least he hopes he's not. To weasle your way to what you want is not becoming a soldier of his rank but Dean is harder to maneuver around when you have no ability disappear into thin air and do as you please.

His conversation with Faith still chimes inside him like church bells. He's to be in the field. They need him. All hands in, isn't that what she said? Well. His only mistake was to not voice his troubles earlier to the one chattering monkey among the who might give him permission to directly ignore his husband's wishes. And should Dean lose his temper? Well. He doesn’t like Faith, anyway. Where is the sin?

And so Cass is to be found in the war room at a table that's lit a giant map beneath it's surface. He has Sam's bag for the gym and is liberally filling it with all manner of slaying tools. Holy water? Check. Communion wafers? What? Why. Check. Stakes and guns. He's making careful work of it but even distracted he still feels her presence in the room, "Buffy."

@iwannadogirlystuff

[inalifeafterthat]

To the Lost || Buffy & Jace

BV Summer Event | @iwannadogirlystuff​

                Jace wasn't in a particularly aggressive mood, until he was jumped in an alley not far from the festival in the center of town. Almost midnight and they haven't stopped with the fireworks, the patriotic country music. It's not a life he understands, and he doesn't really care, if he's being honest. All he cares about is whatever the hell it is that's beating the living tar out of him, right now.

"What do you want?" one ability that's served him well? Managing to sound calm when he's anything but. Sure as hell doesn't look it, though. Bruised jaw, hair flopping down over his eyes. He's only barely dodging every other punch, and the kicks are coming out of nowhere. It's too dark to see, and he'd say he's got a rune for that but whatever the hell it is that's attacking him knocked his stele out of his hand early in the fight.

It's by the grace of the Angel that he manages to duck the next blow, stumbling out of the shadows into cold, white moonlight. He doesn't have his bearings, but at least he can finally see enough to block the next blow and lock his opponent's arm down against his side. They're finally face to face, close enough to see each other's features in what little light haunts this alley and the surprise is a pleasant one, "Buffy?"

[damonstevedore]

Text Me, Maybe || Alaric & Damon

@allroundlostcause

          "I know that last text is a joke which, Ha. Ha. How very droll." Damon's already got his shirt half-off when he finally manages to get through the door. Not that he's taking it off, mind you, but rather that he's got it bunched up his torso, holding it there with his chin so he can get to his belt without that two-hundred dollars worth of generic-looking black cotton in the way, "But I feel like eavesdropping could be my thing. If only there were a way to weaponize it..."

[professional-brat]

One Dance Left || Xander & Kennedy

@strangeandoffputting

            It's a weird morning, and it's been a weird couple of weeks. The snowfall in the Midwest is everything the radio said it would be and it's got Kennedy questioning her rationale for heading for Lebanon to begin with.

At least it's sunny, that's something.

                    They're a few hours out, heading into Topeka, when she reaches for the volume to turn up The New Radicals on a classics station that fizzles out every time the highway turns them North. Kennedy peers over her shoulder at the girl sleeping in the back seat, "Are you for sure she's not gonna rip our guts out? My spider senses are going loco."

[choosingtogodownswinging]

@iwannadogirlystuff

“You sure you’re good with this?” Dean asks, watching that highway ahead like a hawk. It’s late and on a road like this that’s cut right through a forest, it’s not a matter of if they nearly hit a deer, but when. He's not gonna get jumped this time. No sir. No smashed headlights for this hombre. No getting outta the car to scare the deer away. No getting his ass kicked by a baby dear. He reaches for his big gulp and ventures a glance at Buffy then it's back to the road, "Hunting, I mean. All the intel says these are just your run of the mill vampires. I can handle it."

Yeah, but he's pretty damn sure Buffy's looking for some slay action and she’s wiling to drive all the way out to Montana to find it. He gets it. She's been outta the game for awhile. He'd do the same damn thing.

[yourbigfathero]

Not stalking. Concerned. || Buffy & Angel

@iwannadogirlystuff

               Ya know, the culture always changes. When you're immortal, it tumbles by at warp speed. So fast it practically makes your ears pop. You get comfortable in your solitude. Super deep, totally tortured, extra black-on-black. Before you know it, you've lost yourself somewhere in the din of past decades and you emerge... only to find that girls no longer find stalking a big turn on. Although, he seems to remember having that explained to him, once. Painfully.

       Angel's not stalking, though. He's just following a vaguely familiar whip of blonde curls through a crowd, trying to keep up. Did that sound creepy? It is. It's fucking creepy, but he doesn't know what else to do. If every sense he has, down to her scent, weren't telling him -- screaming at him - that the woman crossing the street in front of him is the love of his life, he wouldn't believe it.

                  Buffy Summers is dead, so the shoulder Angel is reaching for can't belong to... "Buffy?"