first stake.

[slayerpreferred]

[Buffy is wandering through the Sunnydale graveyard, still wearing the clothes she died in. Her pants are torn at the knees and thigh, shirt ripped up the side. She has a minor head wound, but none of that seems to matter as she sluices through the fog, stake at the ready.]

Oh, come on. Don't make me say it. [She rolls her eyes.] Olly olly oxen

Comments

[hasasoul]

[OH LOOK IT'S ANGEL RANDOMLY COMING OUT OF THE SHADOWS THIS IS SOME STRAIGHT UP S1/S2 SHIT.]

I could have handled that.

[slayerpreferred]

[It startles her, that voice... and her breath catches as she turns to see him.]

Angel.

[hasasoul]

Buffy.

[AW HERE IT GOES.]

[slayerpreferred]

....Vampires dream?

[hasasoul]

Why wouldn't vampires dream?

[slayerpreferred]

I don't know! I'm a little... with the shock right now! Witness the shockage.

[hasasoul]

I dream all the time. I have really important dreams. About ... things.

[slayerpreferred]

Yeah. [She totally believes you, Angel. Even with this look of what even.]

I just didn't think you'd dream about me.

[hasasoul]

I dream about you all the time. -- Not like that. But I dream about you. And miss you.

[slayerpreferred]

Sorry, that. Came out a little harsh. [brushes some hair behind her ear, the wound on her head more prominent as she does so.] I miss you too.

[hasasoul]

Maybe we could go out for coffee some time.

[slayerpreferred]

I'm not doing anything right now. [gestures to the graveyard around her]

[hasasoul]

Let's head out then ... [Aw yeah. Awkward Angel smile.]

[slayerpreferred]

[So they're in this hip coffeehouse, and Buffy's headwound is gone. She's even wearing a hipster scarf and she grabs his hand, leading him to a corner booth.]

I didn't think you drank coffee. Or does dream Angel suddenly like food.

[hasasoul]

I was planning on just sitting here and watching you. [At least he's honest ... ]

[slayerpreferred]

Because that's not creepy, or anything. [but she doesn't seem bothered by it anyway, siting across from him.]