{semi-open} // and finally it seemed the spell was broken
Characters: Buffy Summers (slayerdom), Willow Rosenberg (uberwitch), Lindsey McDonald (prodigaled), and, why not, open to other Scooby apartment livers.
Location: Scooby apartment, and then later Lindsey's apartment
Planet: Coruscant
When: After this.
What: Buffy gets Willow to track Lindsey down, and then gets her interrogate-y on.
Rating: PG-13
[ Buffy's more or less dead eyes seal when she gets back from the warehouse. She's managed to harden herself to the reality of what she's facing, but it doesn't make her prepared to sit around and try to sort out what to do. What to feel.
Which is why she needs to keep moving. Find out everything she can about L.A. and what happened there, what made Angel like this and why no one had told her. What had pushed him so far over the ledge that he'd work with the Crimson Terror, against her. Lie to her. Leave people to die at Darla and Drusilla's hands -- or, more aptly, fangs.
She pulls her jacket off in the entryway with a heavy sigh, methodically putting it into the coat closet and heading into the kitchen to put on coffee while she hammers out her next move. While she reaffirms what she had decided on the way over -- that they can never know.
Now, more than ever, her friends can't know what's really going on. They didn't need this on top of it all. She could handle Angel. She could give them peace, she owed them that. ]
Location: Scooby apartment, and then later Lindsey's apartment
Planet: Coruscant
When: After this.
What: Buffy gets Willow to track Lindsey down, and then gets her interrogate-y on.
Rating: PG-13
[ Buffy's more or less dead eyes seal when she gets back from the warehouse. She's managed to harden herself to the reality of what she's facing, but it doesn't make her prepared to sit around and try to sort out what to do. What to feel.
Which is why she needs to keep moving. Find out everything she can about L.A. and what happened there, what made Angel like this and why no one had told her. What had pushed him so far over the ledge that he'd work with the Crimson Terror, against her. Lie to her. Leave people to die at Darla and Drusilla's hands -- or, more aptly, fangs.
She pulls her jacket off in the entryway with a heavy sigh, methodically putting it into the coat closet and heading into the kitchen to put on coffee while she hammers out her next move. While she reaffirms what she had decided on the way over -- that they can never know.
Now, more than ever, her friends can't know what's really going on. They didn't need this on top of it all. She could handle Angel. She could give them peace, she owed them that. ]