{004}. † [ room 123 ] :: from the grave much graver :: (SUPER backdated; a week after the collapse)
Nothing. There'd been nothing. No Heaven, no Hell, no -- anything. She was just dead. She remembered Didi, walking her toward her destination. It was an empty, blinding whiteness that seemed to overtake everything. Buffy wasn't afraid. She wasn't upset, or worried about experiencing loss. She was... Well? She was getting used to dying. It was a regular thing for her. But she'd promised her friend that she'd return for a movie night. And there were people she wasn't ready to leave behind. She knew she'd come back. This time, she wasn't frightened of where, or how, or even the loss she'd experience. There was no Heaven to miss.
She was a little startled, however, when her eyes snapped opened to see the familiar decoration of her room in the mansion. Buffy drew in a sharp, deep breath; she didn't sit up and look around immediately, just lay there for a moment. She frowned, brow knitting, and turned her head slowly from side to side. She was alive again, that much was obvious. She wasn't feeling any pain, or anything. She was just... alive.
She was, however, having a slight case of nudity. She sat up, gripping the sheet on her bed - in perfectly folded condition, for some reason - and wrapping it around herself out of habit. She wasn't feeling stellar... There was still some shock, and she was in a haze of confusion, but she was alright overall. Buffy walked slowly to her closet, opening the doors and gathering an outfit. It didn't take her long to get dressed, but she had no real desire to go anywhere yet. Mostly, she felt tired.
So the Slayer wandered back over to her bed, setting the sheet at the foot, and just sitting on the edge. She stared blankly ahead, elbows on her knees with her hands hanging loosely between them. "Third time's the charm," she chuckled to herself, flopping back across the bed and staring at the ceiling.
She was a little startled, however, when her eyes snapped opened to see the familiar decoration of her room in the mansion. Buffy drew in a sharp, deep breath; she didn't sit up and look around immediately, just lay there for a moment. She frowned, brow knitting, and turned her head slowly from side to side. She was alive again, that much was obvious. She wasn't feeling any pain, or anything. She was just... alive.
She was, however, having a slight case of nudity. She sat up, gripping the sheet on her bed - in perfectly folded condition, for some reason - and wrapping it around herself out of habit. She wasn't feeling stellar... There was still some shock, and she was in a haze of confusion, but she was alright overall. Buffy walked slowly to her closet, opening the doors and gathering an outfit. It didn't take her long to get dressed, but she had no real desire to go anywhere yet. Mostly, she felt tired.
So the Slayer wandered back over to her bed, setting the sheet at the foot, and just sitting on the edge. She stared blankly ahead, elbows on her knees with her hands hanging loosely between them. "Third time's the charm," she chuckled to herself, flopping back across the bed and staring at the ceiling.