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i always learn something when i hang out with the elderly. old people are very wise.
"The elde -- did I HEAR you right?!"
Baffled, Giles gapes at Buffy. He's ready to...he doesn't KNOW what. He's so confounded, he doesn't know WHAT to say.
"You watch your tongue. You'll be as old as me one day, you know. Acid reflux is NO joke."
@giftedeath gets another "outrun prophecy" starter
Faith hated herself for a lot of reasons, but right now, mostly for the fact that even when she was so mad, so hurt, so scared, and so confused... that the only person she could think to turn to was Buffy. The very same reason she left in the first place.
She would blame Buffy for putting her in this situation, but it wasn't the blonde who went out, got shitfaced, and had a one night stand with some guy. And one night had turned into a week late, and now it was three months since that night...
The castle lawn was slick with nighttime mist and Faith felt like she was drowning -- in her thoughts, in Robin's oversized Cavs sweater (she felt like shit for taking it and even worse for keeping it after all this time, but it was so comfortable), and in embarrassment. The fact that all she wanted right now was Buffy. To know Buffy wouldn't give up on her, even if Faith had given up on herself. Given up on the idea of them making anything like a relationship work. Commitment really wasn't her style, which is what made the next part so difficult.
The "hey, I'm three months pregnant and I need help" part. A commitment she wasn't ready to make, but was muddling through.
Faith knocked on the door fast and nervous. Wondering if there was time to bolt again, to stay gone and disappeared. Not like Buffy looked hard enough to find her anyways. But the door opened before she had a chance to move, some stupid, distant hope keeping her feet rooted to the spot. Her hair was damp and frizzed out, her makeup worn and smudged. Did she look pathetic enough for B?
"Uh... hey, B. I was wonderin' if I could crash here for a few days... I think I fucked up."
@giftedeath gets a starter inspired by the "outrun prophecy" fic
Ever since Spike moved into the castle with the Scoobies, Buffy had been looking at him like the sun shone outta his ass.
Which apparently, from what she heard of the final battle at the Hellmouth, it did once.
Just when Faith was starting to get comfortable, just when she was starting to think that maybe this thing with B might work out, the bleached asshole vamp has to waltz back in and be her favorite person. It had been a surprise when B came out, made Faith think she maybe had a shot at really having a thing with Blondie... but now she was afraid Buffy would come to her senses, call the dark Slayer a fun little experiment or some shit, because Faith was foolish to let herself ever think she could actually get what she wanted.
"I don't know why you're bein' so cagey about him, B. You've blown me off every time I wanna talk about him, without him. And now you're skippin' movie night so you two can go patrol?" The brunette scoffed, throwing her hands up in frustration. "Am I gettin' the sense you just don't want me around? Because I thought -- I thought maybe we were --"
if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode.
"Well, don't get it all over my walls," he murmurs, not looking up from his book. "I'd suggest MEDITATION. Or other good mind-emptying techniques. Whiskey often comes to mind."
i didn't mean that. it was a joke.
"I-I didn't...your death was...it was no joking matter, Buffy," he says seriously. He sighs. "It wasn't even that funny. If you're going to joke about your death, at least consider that when I wake up, I'm not a MOURNING person."
He pauses. "Get it? Mourning? It sounds like -- oh, forget it."
He should know by now to stop trying to be funny.
@giftedeath sent : loving the monsters always ends badly for the humans. it's a rule.
＂ then it’s a stupid rule. not all monsters are monstrous people, buffy. we’re just humans that something monstrous 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 to. —– and more importantly? … not all humans aren’t monsters. the world just isn’t that black & white. ＂
𝔟𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔶 𝔟𝔬𝔱 & 𝔟𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔶 - 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 @giftedeath.
buffy bot knew that she made the real buffy uncomfortable with her presence. she hadn't meant to. she had never asked to even exist, let alone look like someone else, identical. she wanted more than anything to be her own person; with her own quirks, personality, and thoughts. but, she was stuck as being a replica of the vampire slayer. what did all of this mean for her? she wasn't sure and that's why she figured if she could just connect with buffy, someone that she was modeled after, that she could figure out what she was supposed to do with her newly installed freedom.
she winced a little at buffy's snappy words, not entirely expecting it, but it wasn't exactly a surprise considering the way buffy has been avoiding her. she decided not to say anything and instead listen to all the heartfelt words that came pouring out of the original slayer's mouth. she took a seat next to her, keeping a reasonable distance between them as to not further make buffy uncomfortable. she nodded slightly, ❛ yeah, i think i do, um, get it ... ❜ buffy bot responded, looking straight ahead and processing the human's words, looking for understanding. her codes go through the memories of being around other people and all these memories had one thing in common that stood out to her in flashing lights — she felt alone, unable to connect to any of them, unless she was programmed to. only person she felt something for was spike, but that's because she was made to, that didn't apply anymore, did it? she averts her gaze back to buffy, blank stare and shallow eyes, ❛ alone. right? you feel alone. no one really knows what it's like to be us. we were both made for something, other buffy ... ❜ buffy bot replied, still no smile to be found on her plastic face. she searched the human for her emotions and found that she seemed to be as empty as she was. ❛ if you feel alone, why do you come out here to be more alone? i like being around people ... makes me feel more human. it makes me sad being by myself. ❜
𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔨𝔢 & 𝔟𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔶 - 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 @giftedeath.
there was nowhere else in the world that spike rather be than right here, right now, with buffy summers. any time he was able to spend with her filled the hole in his heart that was created by her. it wasn't intentional, maybe not fully, and it was all his doing because of his uncontrollable love for her. he's tried to not love her, not think about her every second of the day and tried not to let his dreams be haunted by her beautiful face and shampoo commercial hair, but it has. she haunts him and as much as he's tried to let go of her, he didn't seem to truly want to. what would he be without her? just another vampire doomed to walk this plane with no real way of fulfilling his dark potential, his dark duties. he was the slayer's pet with a muzzle on his fangs, but he was ... okay with it.
he was taken aback slightly when buffy blurted out the word dare, but he laughed all the same. she was quite adorable with a couple of shots in her, he loved to see her smiling and carefree like this, even if it was the result of the alcohol. it was better than seeing her void of emotion. he listened to her request, rambling included, and enjoyed every word that came out of her mouth, as he always did. he nodded, ❛ fine, luv, as you wish ❜ he replied, pouring himself another shot and raising it, tilting his head towards her, ❛ hit me with the bloody truth question. m' an open book, jus' for you. ❜
