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closed short thanksgiving starter / requested by @theirlives | @slaetales.

♱ ―――― “ I — I'M KIND OF NERVOUS TO COOK SOMETHIN'. i have no problem eatin', i can eat all day till the cows come home but, cookin' ? i haven't cooked since livin' in pylea and even then, i wasn't usin' all these fancy gadgets ya'll got [ .... ] ”

#for any of the angel gang!!!#theirlives #slaetales #slaetales: winifred burkle #winifred burkle ( closed starter. )#( closed starter. )

closed short thanksgiving starter / requested by @theirlives | @slaetales.

† ―――― “ I'M JUST HOPING NOTHING CREEPY AND CRAWLY COMES THROUGH THAT DOOR TODAY. i just want this to be a nice, normal thanksgiving. i think we can manage that [ .... ] ”

#either for giles or one of the summers girls!!#theirlives #slaetales #slaetales: joyce summers #joyce summers ( closed starter. )#( closed starter. )

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Faith rattled the chains with as much effort as she could muster given her recent stupor. The last of the magical drugs she'd dosed herself with were working out of her system, and she wouldn't be shocked if there was a long night huddled in the bathroom ahead of her. But she felt... empty. There was nothing in her to give, but she wanted to... to feed. To fill herself.

Angel- the real Angel, her friend- was beside her, also in chains. A precaution, she assumed, in case the soul didn't exactly stick. Faith could sense him, though, and wanted to believe Angelus might never bother them again. But then why was she-

Flashes of the fight beforehand played before her eyes. She can still remember the beating she took, the games Angelus played as they dueled.

"I'm nothing like you."

"You will be."

And then a white hot, searing pain. Faith didn't remember much about it- the Orpheus had taken hold. Dragging her deep down, beyond the waking world. So what had happened to her while she was sleeping?

The slayer thrashed, knowing it was only a matter of time before the chains or the wall they were anchored to gave up under her might. Wesley waited for them across the room and she could sense something- something warm, pulsing. Beating. Alive. Wesley was alive, living, full of blood. As she strained, something in her changed- something overtook Faith, almost a stranger to her, and she felt her teeth sharpen with arousal at the thought...