Awakenings ....

[slayergal_faith]

“Fuck,” I tried to mutter, my mouth dry, lips crusty. I’d been somewhere, and I couldn’t remember where. Still lyin’ in that deep abyss, I heard him call to me as he had so often before, in that sweet wonderful voice of him, callin’ me back to him

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[watcher_pryce]

People tried to convince me to give up. People nearly forcefully tried to get me out of the room I wouldn’t have it though, not even when Angel took my guns away. I still think that waving it at the nurse that wanted to take Faith’s life support off was a definite must. And they can squabble about that all they want, I wasn’t going to give up on her. I had done that once before, and I was never going to do that again. Besides, she had promised me a Christmas

[slayergal_faith]

I smiled at him, a tired smile, not that I was physically tired, but I was tired of this place. My first reaction was to just yell, 'get me out-ta these fuckin' things,' instead his face, our eyes connected and they filled me with a million words, not enough to tell me the hell he'd been through, and I could tell he'd been through it, everything about him reeked of sadness

[watcher_pryce]

I could only stare at her for what seems forever. She was talking, she was looking at me in a way only Faith could. She was… she was awake and teasing me already. Blinking my eyes several times didn’t seem to throw me out of this dream. Nightmare if it turned out to be a dream. I thought about pinching myself, but I’ve noticed one can feel pain during nightmares. And most certainly when waking up. I’ve felt it a thousand times, every time I woke up and she was still not with me. My eyes darted toward the small cot in the corner of the room which was where I’d slept for most of the last year. I’d never leave her, I’d never give up on her

[slayergal_faith]

There was such tenderness in his movements, I felt …. home. Fucking funny if you ask me, I’d never had a home before, but now I did, and I was finally after a year, okay to be technical, I felt all goose-bumpy, all that yap they write about in the movies the first time he took me in his arms. With Spike, I’d felt safe, closer to whole, but that was, well … just sex. Never knew what that phrase meant until just now