<3 <3 Buffy and Faith, post s7 sometime, no comics canon.
Faith
Faith is looking for Slayers. Where she looks, she finds: girls on the basketball court, watching as the ball soars into the vaulted roof, thumps through the basket with perfect strength; girls who put down their books on summer afternoons and stretch out, as though something deep within their bodies feels different. On a city street in Lagos she watches as a girl smashes a man’s face, returns an elderly lady her handbag, and sits down on the dusty roadside and cries, with amazement and wonder. In a rural hamlet in England Faith stands with a girl, silently, as dust swirls down in the churchyard around them. In a high school in Georgia Faith is quiet as a girl with stubble glares at the men’s room mirror.
(“You shouldn’t be here,” says the girl.
“Neither should you,” says Faith.)
Faith answers their questions and pays their bail. She puts them on flights across the world and gives them books for the journey. She calls them after they’re settled, sends them postcards and candy.
She doesn’t talk to Buffy. No postcards, no emails, no phone calls full of awkward silences for the dead. But when the girls come to Buffy’s door they say, awkward and shy, “Faith sent me, Faith said-” - and Buffy says, “Of course, come in, you're home now.”
It is sweet, you were absolutely right! Thank you, I really love this.
As it is (nearly) Galentine's Day and you deserve celebrating too, you are a beautiful sunflower for many reasons! Your writing, whether it's fic or everyday posts, is compelling and skilled and enjoyable; you are impressively capable and clever; you have a very similar taste in books and TV to me, which means I get to steal them from talk about them with you. I feel lucky to know you.
(Fun fact: I went swimming after work and told myself I was a noble land mermaid.)
Aha, you are totally a noble land mermaid. (I love the phrase: it's so magically evocative.) Thank you for your kind sunflower-explanation! I feel very lucky to know you in return. <3
Faith
Faith is looking for Slayers. Where she looks, she finds: girls on the basketball court, watching as the ball soars into the vaulted roof, thumps through the basket with perfect strength; girls who put down their books on summer afternoons and stretch out, as though something deep within their bodies feels different. On a city street in Lagos she watches as a girl smashes a man’s face, returns an elderly lady her handbag, and sits down on the dusty roadside and cries, with amazement and wonder. In a rural hamlet in England Faith stands with a girl, silently, as dust swirls down in the churchyard around them. In a high school in Georgia Faith is quiet as a girl with stubble glares at the men’s room mirror.
(“You shouldn’t be here,” says the girl.
“Neither should you,” says Faith.)
Faith answers their questions and pays their bail. She puts them on flights across the world and gives them books for the journey. She calls them after they’re settled, sends them postcards and candy.
She doesn’t talk to Buffy. No postcards, no emails, no phone calls full of awkward silences for the dead. But when the girls come to Buffy’s door they say, awkward and shy, “Faith sent me, Faith said-” - and Buffy says, “Of course, come in, you're home now.”
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As it is (nearly) Galentine's Day and you deserve celebrating too, you are a beautiful sunflower for many reasons! Your writing, whether it's fic or everyday posts, is compelling and skilled and enjoyable; you are impressively capable and clever; you have a very similar taste in books and TV to me, which means I get to steal them from talk about them with you. I feel lucky to know you.
(Fun fact: I went swimming after work and told myself I was a noble land mermaid.)
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