{btvs} a broken world
Title: A Broken World
Author: aaronlisa
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing/Characters: Cordelia Chase/Faith Lehane
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Joss Whedon and company.
Prompts: Written for carlyinrome for the Wishverse round at femslash_minis. The prompts were scraped knees, floods, and thorns. And carlyinrome didn’t want to see anyone getting vamped, Faith being the Slayer or involved in paranormal activities.
Notes: Set in the Wishverse.
Summary: No promises or words had passed between them.
Word Count: 1313
Things had gone to Hell in her sophomore year. One moment she was preparing for the Spring Fling and then in the next moment, the entire world had turned upside down and inside out. Gone were the bright and pretty colours of her youth, dancing at the Bronze all night long during the hot summer nights and any type of fun. Instead it was all dark and drab colours, crosses as accessories, monthly memorials, and curfews before sunset. Although she was still the queen bee of the high school, Cordelia couldn’t help but think that there should be something more to life than fear, danger, bloodshed, and death. Maybe that was why she so desperately clung to the fashions, the parties and a semblance of what life was like before it had suddenly become insane.
* * *
The first time that she had met Faith, it had been at the start of her junior year. Cordelia had stepped into one of the girls’ bathrooms on campus an hour after the sun had risen to fix her hair and her dress before she would make her way to her History teacher’s classroom to talk about an extra credit project that he had in mind for her. Instead of finding an empty and pristine bathroom, a toilet was overflowing and a girl that she recognized from her English class mopping the floor.
“Don’t we have janitors to do that?” Cordelia had asked.
“Yeah but I can’t find one.”
“I hate this place!” Cordelia had exclaimed.
And in the next moment, she was crying. Suddenly overwhelmed for the first time since death in the form of vampires had overtaken the town, Cordelia sunk to the floor, pulled her knees up to her chest and had sobbed. Faith, the girl from her English class, had sat down on the cold tile floor and had wrapped an arm around Cordelia while she cried. Faith didn’t offer empty promises like her father always did, she didn’t comment on how pretty she looked today like Harmony and the others did, and she didn’t offer anything but that warm arm slung around her shoulders.
When Cordelia’s tears had finally subsided, Faith hadn’t said a word; instead she had gotten the rough paper towel from the dispenser and had gently wiped away the stains of Cordelia’s tears. No promises or words had passed between them but after that moment, Cordelia found herself seeking out Faith’s company more and more.
* * *
Faith was sitting on her bed, hand held out as Cordelia did her best to pull out the thorn embedded in the palm of the other girl’s hand.
“You could have been killed,” Cordelia exclaimed as she leaned forward.
“I wasn’t though,” Faith replied with a smirk.
“This time,” Cordelia flatly replied.
She wasn’t gentle as she dug the tweezers in to pluck out the thorn from the rose bushes beneath her bedroom window. Cordelia felt that it served Faith right to have fallen in the rose bushes when she had attempted to climb the trellis that led up to her bedroom window like she was some sort of female Romeo who had come calling.
“What did you expect? Me to stay at home while you cried on the phone about your boyfriend winding up as vamp bait?” Faith asked.
“And how do you think I would have felt if you had ended up as vamp bait?”
“Guess I didn’t think that far.”
She was never sure afterwards what had propelled her forward. All she knows is that one moment she was standing there glaring at Faith and then the next she was leaning forward and kissing the brunette. And from that moment on, things changed between them.
* * *
They’re in the bathroom, sharing a few stolen moments together, kissing one another. Faith’s hands are tangled in Cordelia’s long hair, while Cordelia’s hands have slipped underneath the t-shirt that Faith is wearing. Faith shivers when Cordelia’s hands make contact with her skin and Cordelia smiles against Faith’s lips.
It’s moments like this that Cordelia lives for. She no longer dreams of escaping Sunnydale and becoming a famous actress, nor does she dream of her life before the world turned upside down. Instead she relishes the stolen moments in a day where she belongs solely to Faith and Faith belongs solely to her.
Cordelia gasps when Faith bites her lower lip. It hurts but she quickly forgets about the pain when Faith runs her tongue along her lower lip, soothing the pain away.
* * *
Her knees are scraped and bloody from where she tripped on the concrete in a hurry to get to school. A brand new feeling for her since she’s never been one for school; the only good thing about school is that it marks down the hours of the day and, of course, there’s Cordelia. Faith’s not sure why she’s in such a hurry but there’s been something that’s been urging her to go faster and faster ever since dawn had broken that morning. That something has caused her to be clumsy and slow despite the fact that she’s ran all the way to school from the apartment that she calls home. Before Cordelia, before the vampires all she had wanted to do was to escape from this shitty little town. It didn’t matter how: running away or death were her only options. And then Cordelia had burst into her life in her prim and proper dark grey dress by some designer that Faith didn’t even care about. And everything went from trying to find a way out to being alive and being with Cordelia.
Yet when she had woken up this morning some sense of dread had filled her. The first thing she had done was calling Cordelia’s private line over and over again but there was no answer. Instead of hearing Cordelia’s voice and being reassured, her dread had heightened until she had thrown on some old jeans and a worn t-shirt and rushed to school as quickly as possible. Everything seemed so very wrong, more so than normal and Faith couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
When she finally got to school, everything seemed off and Cordelia was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t until the bell rang for first class that Faith saw her. She was dressed in a bright blue dress and Faith’s heart was in her mouth. What was Cordelia thinking? Was she purposely trying to attract a vampire? It wasn’t until lunch that Faith finally had a chance to corner her.
She knew immediately that somehow this Cordelia that stood before her with a sneer on her face wasn’t her Cordelia.
“God I can escape from Buffy in this place but I can’t escape from you?”
Faith didn’t know who Buffy was and she didn’t really care. She had to try; she had to connect to Cordelia, to be sure that the girl standing in front of her wasn’t her girl. She leaned forward and tried to kiss Cordelia only to be pushed away.
“Ewww! What do you think you’re doing? Do you really think I’d kiss your skanky ass ever?”
Cordelia stormed off in a hurry and Faith sank to the floor. Her head was cradled in her hands and she was so confused. Just yesterday Cordelia had told her that she wasn’t afraid anymore of letting people know that they were together and now today Cordelia had acted like she didn’t know her anymore. Instead of staying for the rest of the classes, Faith just left the school and numbly made her way back to her apartment. She wished that things could go back to the way they had been before this nightmare had even started. She’d rather be a nonentity in Cordelia’s eyes than to have ever been in love with the pretty brunette.
((END))
Author: aaronlisa
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing/Characters: Cordelia Chase/Faith Lehane
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Joss Whedon and company.
Prompts: Written for carlyinrome for the Wishverse round at femslash_minis. The prompts were scraped knees, floods, and thorns. And carlyinrome didn’t want to see anyone getting vamped, Faith being the Slayer or involved in paranormal activities.
Notes: Set in the Wishverse.
Summary: No promises or words had passed between them.
Word Count: 1313
Things had gone to Hell in her sophomore year. One moment she was preparing for the Spring Fling and then in the next moment, the entire world had turned upside down and inside out. Gone were the bright and pretty colours of her youth, dancing at the Bronze all night long during the hot summer nights and any type of fun. Instead it was all dark and drab colours, crosses as accessories, monthly memorials, and curfews before sunset. Although she was still the queen bee of the high school, Cordelia couldn’t help but think that there should be something more to life than fear, danger, bloodshed, and death. Maybe that was why she so desperately clung to the fashions, the parties and a semblance of what life was like before it had suddenly become insane.
* * *
The first time that she had met Faith, it had been at the start of her junior year. Cordelia had stepped into one of the girls’ bathrooms on campus an hour after the sun had risen to fix her hair and her dress before she would make her way to her History teacher’s classroom to talk about an extra credit project that he had in mind for her. Instead of finding an empty and pristine bathroom, a toilet was overflowing and a girl that she recognized from her English class mopping the floor.
“Don’t we have janitors to do that?” Cordelia had asked.
“Yeah but I can’t find one.”
“I hate this place!” Cordelia had exclaimed.
And in the next moment, she was crying. Suddenly overwhelmed for the first time since death in the form of vampires had overtaken the town, Cordelia sunk to the floor, pulled her knees up to her chest and had sobbed. Faith, the girl from her English class, had sat down on the cold tile floor and had wrapped an arm around Cordelia while she cried. Faith didn’t offer empty promises like her father always did, she didn’t comment on how pretty she looked today like Harmony and the others did, and she didn’t offer anything but that warm arm slung around her shoulders.
When Cordelia’s tears had finally subsided, Faith hadn’t said a word; instead she had gotten the rough paper towel from the dispenser and had gently wiped away the stains of Cordelia’s tears. No promises or words had passed between them but after that moment, Cordelia found herself seeking out Faith’s company more and more.
* * *
Faith was sitting on her bed, hand held out as Cordelia did her best to pull out the thorn embedded in the palm of the other girl’s hand.
“You could have been killed,” Cordelia exclaimed as she leaned forward.
“I wasn’t though,” Faith replied with a smirk.
“This time,” Cordelia flatly replied.
She wasn’t gentle as she dug the tweezers in to pluck out the thorn from the rose bushes beneath her bedroom window. Cordelia felt that it served Faith right to have fallen in the rose bushes when she had attempted to climb the trellis that led up to her bedroom window like she was some sort of female Romeo who had come calling.
“What did you expect? Me to stay at home while you cried on the phone about your boyfriend winding up as vamp bait?” Faith asked.
“And how do you think I would have felt if you had ended up as vamp bait?”
“Guess I didn’t think that far.”
She was never sure afterwards what had propelled her forward. All she knows is that one moment she was standing there glaring at Faith and then the next she was leaning forward and kissing the brunette. And from that moment on, things changed between them.
* * *
They’re in the bathroom, sharing a few stolen moments together, kissing one another. Faith’s hands are tangled in Cordelia’s long hair, while Cordelia’s hands have slipped underneath the t-shirt that Faith is wearing. Faith shivers when Cordelia’s hands make contact with her skin and Cordelia smiles against Faith’s lips.
It’s moments like this that Cordelia lives for. She no longer dreams of escaping Sunnydale and becoming a famous actress, nor does she dream of her life before the world turned upside down. Instead she relishes the stolen moments in a day where she belongs solely to Faith and Faith belongs solely to her.
Cordelia gasps when Faith bites her lower lip. It hurts but she quickly forgets about the pain when Faith runs her tongue along her lower lip, soothing the pain away.
* * *
Her knees are scraped and bloody from where she tripped on the concrete in a hurry to get to school. A brand new feeling for her since she’s never been one for school; the only good thing about school is that it marks down the hours of the day and, of course, there’s Cordelia. Faith’s not sure why she’s in such a hurry but there’s been something that’s been urging her to go faster and faster ever since dawn had broken that morning. That something has caused her to be clumsy and slow despite the fact that she’s ran all the way to school from the apartment that she calls home. Before Cordelia, before the vampires all she had wanted to do was to escape from this shitty little town. It didn’t matter how: running away or death were her only options. And then Cordelia had burst into her life in her prim and proper dark grey dress by some designer that Faith didn’t even care about. And everything went from trying to find a way out to being alive and being with Cordelia.
Yet when she had woken up this morning some sense of dread had filled her. The first thing she had done was calling Cordelia’s private line over and over again but there was no answer. Instead of hearing Cordelia’s voice and being reassured, her dread had heightened until she had thrown on some old jeans and a worn t-shirt and rushed to school as quickly as possible. Everything seemed so very wrong, more so than normal and Faith couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
When she finally got to school, everything seemed off and Cordelia was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t until the bell rang for first class that Faith saw her. She was dressed in a bright blue dress and Faith’s heart was in her mouth. What was Cordelia thinking? Was she purposely trying to attract a vampire? It wasn’t until lunch that Faith finally had a chance to corner her.
She knew immediately that somehow this Cordelia that stood before her with a sneer on her face wasn’t her Cordelia.
“God I can escape from Buffy in this place but I can’t escape from you?”
Faith didn’t know who Buffy was and she didn’t really care. She had to try; she had to connect to Cordelia, to be sure that the girl standing in front of her wasn’t her girl. She leaned forward and tried to kiss Cordelia only to be pushed away.
“Ewww! What do you think you’re doing? Do you really think I’d kiss your skanky ass ever?”
Cordelia stormed off in a hurry and Faith sank to the floor. Her head was cradled in her hands and she was so confused. Just yesterday Cordelia had told her that she wasn’t afraid anymore of letting people know that they were together and now today Cordelia had acted like she didn’t know her anymore. Instead of staying for the rest of the classes, Faith just left the school and numbly made her way back to her apartment. She wished that things could go back to the way they had been before this nightmare had even started. She’d rather be a nonentity in Cordelia’s eyes than to have ever been in love with the pretty brunette.
((END))