[CM] June Prompt: Cosset
Cosset
Buffy's muscles were screaming but that was nothing new. The hot water of the shower was working its magic and the Slayer healing would take over to finish it. The main thing was that Dawn was back. She wasn't a thricewise, she wasn't a centaur and more importantly, Dawn wasn't a china doll. If Buffy were honest, it was the last one that she envied. Not being small and breakable, but being treated carefully because she was precious.
She always had to be the strong one and not just her Slayer strength. When her parents were arguing just before their divorce, she had no one to turn to. She had to deal on her own and knowing that it was because of her had added to the burden. It was selfish of Buffy but she was kind of glad that Dawn hadn't actually been around then. To be strong for herself was hard enough, but to be strong for a younger sister would have been that much harder.
The water cascaded over her as she stood under the spray in the shower. Her mind going back to the one time in her life that she hadn't had to be strong since becoming the Slayer. That Halloween that she'd been so insecure about Cordelia with Angel that she'd almost been killed. Buffy was definitely laying the blame for that at Ethan's feet, but she'd also thought it was the type of woman that Angel had wanted.
She liked the idea where her only stress would have been what to wear and not have to think about anything else. Buffy would be the first to admit that if anyone did treat her like a fragile doll she'd yell at them but it would be a nice change than being looked at to be the strong one all the time. The General.
Finishing up her shower, Buffy stepped out into the steam filled room wrapping herself in a robe.
"Buffy!"
She closed her eyes and sighed. A Slayer's job was never done. Buffy knew that she would never be that girl but it didn't stop her from wishing it.
Buffy Summers ~*~ BtVS ~*~ 355 words
Buffy's muscles were screaming but that was nothing new. The hot water of the shower was working its magic and the Slayer healing would take over to finish it. The main thing was that Dawn was back. She wasn't a thricewise, she wasn't a centaur and more importantly, Dawn wasn't a china doll. If Buffy were honest, it was the last one that she envied. Not being small and breakable, but being treated carefully because she was precious.
She always had to be the strong one and not just her Slayer strength. When her parents were arguing just before their divorce, she had no one to turn to. She had to deal on her own and knowing that it was because of her had added to the burden. It was selfish of Buffy but she was kind of glad that Dawn hadn't actually been around then. To be strong for herself was hard enough, but to be strong for a younger sister would have been that much harder.
The water cascaded over her as she stood under the spray in the shower. Her mind going back to the one time in her life that she hadn't had to be strong since becoming the Slayer. That Halloween that she'd been so insecure about Cordelia with Angel that she'd almost been killed. Buffy was definitely laying the blame for that at Ethan's feet, but she'd also thought it was the type of woman that Angel had wanted.
She liked the idea where her only stress would have been what to wear and not have to think about anything else. Buffy would be the first to admit that if anyone did treat her like a fragile doll she'd yell at them but it would be a nice change than being looked at to be the strong one all the time. The General.
Finishing up her shower, Buffy stepped out into the steam filled room wrapping herself in a robe.
"Buffy!"
She closed her eyes and sighed. A Slayer's job was never done. Buffy knew that she would never be that girl but it didn't stop her from wishing it.
Buffy Summers ~*~ BtVS ~*~ 355 words