My mother's eyes were blue. This wasn't that surprising considering I grew up in what would now be considered Sweden. Or maybe Norway. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. I got the brunette and brown eyes from my father. I go blonde sometimes, trying to look more like her I think, but my eyesight's too good and I don't need contacts, so the brown eyes ( Read more... )

The night D'hoffryn killed Hallie and I walked away from Xander outside the fraternity house. I'll grant you I wasn't alone very long. Oh, no. Of course, they came running with things they needed done. "Anya, watch Spike." "Anya, watch the cannon fodder Potentials." "Anya, torture Andrew." And so I moved into the overly crowded house and ( Read more... )