LOOK IT WAS THE ONLY SONG I COULD THINK OF OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD THAT HAD COUNTING IN THE LYRICS. Don't judge my Brit-Brit love.
It's meme time, Taxon. WITHOUT FURTHER ADO:
THE FIVE THINGS MEME
We've all seen the fic, right? 'Five Times ________ Did ____________' and so on. We're gonna ~adapt~ that sucker, aw yis.
Here's how it goes:
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They think she's fine. Hell, she just fought a vampire and won; she not only stood on her two feet, she fought, defended, rescued. Something to count in the 'win' column, tally away as being a success. Something to be proud of.
Once Angelus is down, chained in the basement as Dawn is freed and taken care of, as Drusilla is restrained, River fades back from the group. Away, slowly, trembling from the adrenaline and lactic acid built up in her muscles, the few wounds she sustained bleeding politely with a pain she can't quite register yet but will ache relentlessly in two days time.
She gets turned around in one of the Wolfram & Hart hallways. Navigation is difficult without Tara's magic leading the way anymore, and the layer of confusion sitting so disjointed on top of everything else thrumming in her bones leaves her retching into a potted plant.
It's deprogrammed like so much trash before anyone has a chance to notice the smell.
- SIMON LEAVING
Staying in Serenity for the night is too much. The proximity to the infirmary, his room, his things, leaves her reeling and too agitated to sleep.
Dawn takes her back to the castle instead; the added population density there could be a problem, but it was the only option she really had. (Unless the opted to go camp on the beach, which sounded neither comfortable nor helpful.) When River's stomach finally does cramp, from the crying, over-stimulation, or just a usual if badly timed side-effect of the meds, Dawn gets her to a sink and sticks a clip in her hair. Even hatches her a toothbrush after.
/takes a break to go write less sad things sob
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