{closed} // the Slayer does not walk in this world
Characters: Buffy Summers (slayerdom) & Faith Lehane (msattentionspan), with special guest appearances of dream versions of lots of people.
Location: Dream space, while they're cozy in their beds in the Sunnydale apt.
Planet: Coruscant
When: Wednesday night
What: Some Slayer-style dream-sharing.
Rating: PG, will edit as needed
The funny thing about dreams is you never really notice the strangeness of it until after you've woken up. It doesn't occur to Buffy to question how they got here. What matters is they are. Her and Faith, standing together in a cramped prison cell. One toilet, one set of bunkbeds, bars on every side except the one that has a nice concrete wall. Not exactly what she'd call roomy.
Buffy is seated on the bottom bunk, but somehow she's already aware of the fact that Faith is above her -- brown hair, her mind vaguely registers. She stands from her bunk, crossing the cell in a few short steps and coming to stop in front of the bars. Outside of the cell, just beyond the dank hallway and the patrolling guard, whose brown hair and slight frame Buffy can vaguely identify as Stefan, instead of another cell opposite them, there is a bright room. The living room from the apartment that Buffy and Faith reside in on Coruscant with all of their friends.
Their friends are inside. Buffy's friends. The room is brightly lit, in stark contrast to the dank, minimalist prison cell, and there seems to be music playing. Xander, Willow, Anya and Dawn are all laughing and smiling inside of it. Jo, Dean and Sam seem to have joined them, along with Anders, Spike, Riley and others. They're dancing, and there's cake. It seems like they're celebrating a birthday, but the presents are left forgotten on the coffee table.
A frown tugs over Buffy's lips, despondent, as she wraps her fingers around the bars and leans against them, trying to draw closer to her friends.
Location: Dream space, while they're cozy in their beds in the Sunnydale apt.
Planet: Coruscant
When: Wednesday night
What: Some Slayer-style dream-sharing.
Rating: PG, will edit as needed
The funny thing about dreams is you never really notice the strangeness of it until after you've woken up. It doesn't occur to Buffy to question how they got here. What matters is they are. Her and Faith, standing together in a cramped prison cell. One toilet, one set of bunkbeds, bars on every side except the one that has a nice concrete wall. Not exactly what she'd call roomy.
Buffy is seated on the bottom bunk, but somehow she's already aware of the fact that Faith is above her -- brown hair, her mind vaguely registers. She stands from her bunk, crossing the cell in a few short steps and coming to stop in front of the bars. Outside of the cell, just beyond the dank hallway and the patrolling guard, whose brown hair and slight frame Buffy can vaguely identify as Stefan, instead of another cell opposite them, there is a bright room. The living room from the apartment that Buffy and Faith reside in on Coruscant with all of their friends.
Their friends are inside. Buffy's friends. The room is brightly lit, in stark contrast to the dank, minimalist prison cell, and there seems to be music playing. Xander, Willow, Anya and Dawn are all laughing and smiling inside of it. Jo, Dean and Sam seem to have joined them, along with Anders, Spike, Riley and others. They're dancing, and there's cake. It seems like they're celebrating a birthday, but the presents are left forgotten on the coffee table.
A frown tugs over Buffy's lips, despondent, as she wraps her fingers around the bars and leans against them, trying to draw closer to her friends.