If I listen I can hear you through my radio ☌ In that bright white noise
Buffy paused in the street, gasping her first breath of crisp evening air. It was like she had been underground for months--wait. Her eyes hardened and she got her head back in the game, tearing off the hem of her burial gown and getting down to business. Coming back from the dead, she did this kind of stuff all the time. Or at least, the once before. It totally counted.
It wasn't so much a conscious thought as she was in a total state of shock. She wasn't even really her, just a slayer shell on a mission. And when she was done with the tearing and the killing and general bloodletting, she curled into a ball and felt nothing.
She didn't know how to speak or how to act or even how to tie her shoes. Good thing these shoes had straps, oh. And she had broken a heel. She would normally be upset about that, right? It was like she didn't even know.
All she knew for sure was that the once pure violet light that had enveloped her; held her close to its bosom was extinguished and she - she was in Hell.
It wasn't so much a conscious thought as she was in a total state of shock. She wasn't even really her, just a slayer shell on a mission. And when she was done with the tearing and the killing and general bloodletting, she curled into a ball and felt nothing.
She didn't know how to speak or how to act or even how to tie her shoes. Good thing these shoes had straps, oh. And she had broken a heel. She would normally be upset about that, right? It was like she didn't even know.
All she knew for sure was that the once pure violet light that had enveloped her; held her close to its bosom was extinguished and she - she was in Hell.