[038] - voice

[slaying]

[The Slayer comes to the journals with an incredibly officious expression. Time to get her meddle on, because being confined to a bedroom could only be so much fun. And that so much took a huge hit when her Captain was so rudely yanked from the house

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[Voice]

[madpsychic_vamp]

[Have a giggle.] Has the cat turned into a mouse, Slayer?

[Voice]

[slaying]

[Groan.] Totally not the kind of cat-and-mouse games I was hoping to hear about.

[ voice ]

[silviteadvocate]

Epic love story?

[ voice ]

[slaying]

The kind with extra smoochies.

[ voice ]

[silviteadvocate]

... 'Smoochies'?

[ voice ]

[slaying]

Kisses! You know, love's appetizer.

[belmontlegacy]

I know of a few which seem to be unique to my world. However, all but one end tragically.

[slaying]

Well, I'm not too keen on the tragedies--so how about you go ahead and lay the one good one on me?

[belmontlegacy]

There was a young witch named Sypha Belnades. She grew up amongst a group of witches in Wallachia. However, the vampire, Carmilla spread fear and paranoia amongst the common people, and witch hunts spread throughout Wallachia. Sypha's fellow witches were all killed, and she was forced to seek refuge with the church. She contacted the spirits of her kin, and was given mastery over fire, ice and lightening and became a vampire hunter. However, because she was a woman who used magic, she was not well-respected within the church, and began disguising herself as a man

[slaying]

Simon. [She sounds glad to hear from him, pausing attentively to listen. There's a quiet (but happy) sigh come the end of the tale.] See, that? That's got hope written all over it. Work-place romances in our biz don't seem too far-fetched, then. When I began my training, it was a big no-no to get to pursue-y with a social life.

But--Belmont? Does that mean these are your ancestors or something?

[written]

[lt_linguist]

Not many good love stories, here, but what about poetry?

[She scribbles this from memory.]

"The Kiss" by Stephen Dunn

She pressed her lips to mind.
-a typo

How many years I must have yearned
for someone’s lips against mind.
Pheromones, newly born, were floating
between us. There was hardly any air.

She kissed me again, reaching that place
that sends messages to toes and fingertips,
then all the way to something like home.
Some music was playing on its own.

Nothing like a woman who knows
to kiss the right thing at the right time,
then kisses the things she’s missed.
How had I ever settled for less?

I was thinking this is intelligence,
this is the wisest tongue
since the Oracle got into a Greek’s ear,
speaking sense. It’s the Good,

defining itself. I was out of my mind.
She was in. We married as soon as we could.

Re: [written]

[slaying]

[Underlined, she writes in near the end of the poem, in its left margin:]

Beautiful. And nostalgic. Is it from the future?

[written]

[lt_linguist]

Early 21st century, I think. I don't usually go in for romantic poetry but I make an exception for that one.

[written]

[slaying]

I don't usually go in for poetry at all, but you can't go wrong with smoochies.

[ voice ]

[thirdhost]

--gooey chick flicks?

[ emony doesn't entirely understand that terminology, but many things here go right over her head. she excuses the majority as aspects of terran culture she's yet to be exposed to. after all, there were elements of trill culture that would baffle humans in the same way their traditions confused her. she's aware of the captain's disappearance, though, even if she doesn't really know the man. he lives in the same house, is leonard's senior officer, and his constant presence is noted-- as was the absence of it. she doesn't know what to say to that or if she should even acknowledge it, but she can offer up tales. ]

I've got three lifetimes' worth of those kinds of tales.

[ voice ]

[slaying]

The kind where guy wants girl, guy tries to get girl, romantic shenanigans ensue and in all ends in a big happily ever after.

[A pause, then:] I guess you've probably seen a lot.

[ voice ]

[thirdhost]

[ emony's nodding, but of course buffy can't see that right now. ]

I've got those and since my previous host was male, I have tales of the other way around.

[ voice ]

[slaying]

...Male? Really? [A bit of stunned silence.]