Dreams go in italics.
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The fire is stubborn to catch, and Buffy frowns down at it even as she tries again. Before becoming a regular at Crawford Street, she'd never tried this.
Or several other things.
"Need help?" There's the drag of a match against its box, and then Angel crouches next to her, offering the small flame.
She shakes her head. "I'll need more than that."
"When don't you?" He chuckles, amused. A pause, a possessive hand on her shoulder, and then they're standing outside her school. "Will this do?"
And as the whole place bursts into flame, she thinks, "For a start."
Three more dreams!
The fire is stubborn to catch, and Buffy frowns down at it even as she tries again. Before becoming a regular at Crawford Street, she'd never tried this.
Or several other things.
"Need help?" There's the drag of a match against its box, and then Angel crouches next to her, offering the small flame.
She shakes her head. "I'll need more than that."
"When don't you?" He chuckles, amused. A pause, a possessive hand on her shoulder, and then they're standing outside her school. "Will this do?"
And as the whole place bursts into flame, she thinks, "For a start."
Three more dreams!