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Mar 08, 2010 09:39

Who: a_slayer_slays & univalent
What: Kicking old habits that die hard.
When: Late at night, closer to morning.
Where: The woods behind the school.
Summary: Talking that needs to be done face-to-face.
Rating: At least PG-ish, or so I assume.
( Life's not a song. Life isn't bliss, life is just this. It's living. )

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slaying March 8 2010, 15:55:27 UTC

Buffy was through with playing. Playing the game meant getting hurt and she planned to boycott pain. Maybe her stand would last only a few days, or maybe a few hours. It was hard to know when, exactly, she would end up thinking about Kirk again. But the handsome starship captain and his absence were only murky aches in the back of her head, tonight. Willow's arrival meant that she had to take a more vigilant role in keeping these captives safe and Spike's arrival--well, what was she supposed to do with that? The best answer probably involved keeping as far apart as possible ( ... )

univalent March 8 2010, 16:13:19 UTC

There were many ways he could've started out this conversation and out of the dozen he had lined up in his head before her scent had alerted him to her presence drawing nearer, he ended up spitting out the one that had the least to do with himself and all to do with her.

"Something's eating at you."

It was supposed to be different this time. He told himself it would, that it would be about him and not about her, but he'd gone and set whatever this talk was supposed to be about her by stating the obvious-- or at least, what was obvious to him. Did Willow see it? He wasn't sure. There was a time when he would've said yes, but after what had happened in Sunnydale when they'd all turned their backs on her and couldn't see what was right in front of them... He wasn't so sure anymore. Not that he had any room to talk. He'd been dead, ghosted and revived, all in a place that was nowhere she was at. Time goes by, people change-- but little things stay the same. And those little things are what the vampire picked up on: posture, ( ... )

slaying March 8 2010, 16:28:15 UTC

Her arms, crossed over her chest, tighten against herself at the opening line. That obvious, huh? But Buffy was not going to give up her latest failure of a relationship with so much ease. Shoving most of her weight onto one leg, she stood with her upper body angled away from the conversation. Avoidance.

"Of course things are eating at me, Spike. This place, the experiments. It's like a Buffy buffet of confusion and anger. But anything beyond that? So not your business."

Of course, that line of defence gave away more than she had ever planned to give him. It pretty much underlined the fact that there was something beyond just being here. So the Slayer fell into old coping mechanisms, rolling her eyes and tutting snarkily in order to cover up the wounded expression from realizing how much she wanted to just get her blab on. To confess to all the troubles she had been experiencing, in Luceti's grip.

univalent March 8 2010, 16:47:26 UTC

"That right?" He asked doubtfully as he circled her. It was a predatory habit that stuck with him ensouled or not, even though he had no intentions of attacking or feeding; though in a way, she was prey and he the predator, but more in a sense that he desired answers that only she knew and he was going to watch her intently until she handed them over ( ... )

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