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[_faith_]

I used to want to be the only Slayer. A long time ago, the only thing I wanted was to get rid of B, the more permanent, the better. I even went so far as to switch bodies with her, tryin' to take her place. Things have changed. I've changed, and now I just want her to be back here, where she should be

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[_faith_]

He's quiet... okay, this is Oz. Quieter than usual, even. I turn, bracin' my back against the rail and lookin' at him. He's just watchin' me, and I feel warm all over.

Fumblin' for something to say, I finally come out with, "Uh, aren't you gettin' cold?" I eye his tats again, tryin' not to be too obvious about it.

[ozwolf]

I blink. "Oh." I shrug. "Not really. Werewolf thing." I grab my shirt but note her eyeing the tattoos. "You're allowed to look if you want." I say, not quite sure why I'm offering either.

[_faith_]

Impulse control has never been my thing; I move a little closer and trace one spiral up his arm and to his shoulder. Hesitatin', I glance at him and then slide my fingers over his shoulder, down his side and to his lower back.

"You got these in Tibet?" I ask, clearin' my throat. My voice sounds husky.

[ozwolf]

I shiver involuntarily. And aparently your definition of 'look' is remarkably physical. I think, but don't say. "Yeah." I answer her. "There are monks there. They taught me everything I knew about controlling the wolf without the magic, but once I went back and told them that I couldn't not fight anymore being I had the power to do it, they did this for me." my voice is quiet. Maybe it's that I don't have to speak loud, she's right there.

[_faith_]

"Did they hurt?" I say, my voice soft, too and my fingers still on his back, restin' there like maybe I'd forgotten to move them. Our eyes are pretty much level, and I look into his seriously. "Mine did, a little," I tell him, noddin' toward the barbed wire tattoo on my upper arm.

[ozwolf]

"Some of them did." I say. "I when I got them I wasn't exactly in the frame of mind to be complaining though. And sometimes knowing how to meditate is a good skill." I look down at my arm and turn it around, watching the tattoo wind around. "Since, inner wrist? Not comfortable to be shoving needles into your skin."

[_faith_]

I look at his arm, too, my eyes followin' the pattern the tattoo makes as he turns it around. I can feel the pulse in my throat flutterin', a little faster than normal.

"Is it really comfortable to be shovin' needles into your skin anywhere?" I ask.

[ozwolf]

That gets a quirked smirk out of me. "Point." I concede. I can hear that heartbeat. All those little physical signs picked up again. I'm really at a loss for what to do right now. She's still got her hand on my back. I should really move. Funny how I don't though.

[_faith_]

It's like bein' hypnotized. This is never a situation I would've had a problem with before. Ya know, the whole want, take, have issue. But I dunno what to do with this.

The air around us seems heavy with... somethin'. I wonder why I'm shyin' away from puttin' words to it. My skin prickles, and my heart's still beatin' fast. A little faster than it was.

[ozwolf]

I turn my head just a little to look at her, that light flush to her cheeks, lips lightly parted, heart rate elevated, eyes dialated a little.... I need to stop this before it starts. I think to myself, and make myself look away from her. "I should go out...do one last sweep through town and the cemetaries." I say, voice a little rough.