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†  ――――          XANDER  NEVER  MEANT  TO  UPSET  HER,  THAT  WAS  THE  LAST  THING  HE  EVER  WANTED  TO  DO.  she  was  right,  though,  he  needed  to  back  off  of  her  and  give  her  space.  he  just  didn't  know  how  to  act  around  her  now  that  she  was  back  and  everything  that  has  happened  between  them  in  their  past.  was  he  supposed  to  pretend  that  their  little   (   almost  deadly   )   encounter  never  happened,  or  was  he  supposed  to  confront  her  so  they  could  bury  the  hatchet?  he  hadn't  really  had  a  plan  of  attack  on  this  one,  and  instead  had  stumbled  into  an  interaction  with  her.  wasn't  going  very  well,  one  might  say,  but  he  wanted  to  get  through  to  her  and  make  amends.  he  knew  it  wasn't  going  to  be  an  easy  feat,  but  it  was  one  he  wanted  to  try  and  find  success  in.        ❛     right,  right,  backing  off.  two  steps  back,  see     ?     we  got  a  comfortable  and  reasonable  sense  of  distance  between  us  now       ❜     he  replied,  backing  up  with  his  hands  up,  showing  he  never  meant  to  invade  her  space  like  that.  he  looked  up  as  she  plucked  the  mistletoe  from  the  ceiling  and  sighed  softly.        ❛     sorry,  i  don't  mean  to  be  all   —   mixy.  i  just  figured   —   honestly,  i  don't  know  what  i  figured.  i  just  thought  since  we'll  be  workin'  in  the  same  space,  we  should  clear  the  air.  unless,  you  don't  want  to   [   .  .  .  .   ]   i  don't  know,  maybe  i'm  just  not  doing  this  right.  this  whole   —   apologizing  thing      ❜     xander  stated  nervously,  fidgeting  with  his  fingers  as  he  spoke  and  attempted  to  gather  his  aimless  thoughts.  what  do  you  say  to  the  woman  that  almost  killed  you  but  was  obviously  in  so  much  pain?  it  was  a  complicated  dilemma,  to  say  the  least.        ❛      hey,  if  you  don't  want  to  talk  about  it,  we  don't.      ❜

Xander fucking Harris, ladies and gentlemen. The manic is palpable, and she almost feels bad for him in situations like this. Chuckles, but it's as stifled as she can manage, "Right. So, how about you back up off me, then?" which, that's kind of a stellar question because something's clearly been up with him ever since faith rejoined the team --- which she's currently regretting, thank you so very much. Mostly because whatever's up with Xander, she's right there with him and it's beyond disturbing to be revisiting this... whatever it is. After all these years, after everything that went so fricking wrong with them. She hasn't let him this close to her, yet, because he's not wrong --- she could've killed him that night. Would have, if Angel hadn't stepped in. Not that he's exactly blameless, here. Had all the time in the world to brag to his little buddies about banging a girl who's number he apparently lost the second he got what he wanted out of her. Never even saw his face again, one-on-one, until he showed up on her doorstep, calling her a murderer like it was some kind of fucking pickup line. She knows, though, as messed up as that is, as bad as it felt, that's just how guys are and that's not a good excuse for anything she did back in the day. No excuse. Anyone to show up that night would've had the shit beat out of them, she can't pretend anyone deserves that. Faith rolls her eyes, mumbles, "Sorry." and reaches up to take hold of the mistletoe and pluck it off the ceiling, "For what it's worth, you know?" it's about time she apologized to him for that, and maybe this isn't the time or place for that but it's gotta happen, sooner rather than later. But his puppy eyes and invading her space crap has got to stop, and he's gotta know that, "Just... give it a rest, okay? The mixed-signals thing is kinda felt up."

#thatslayer: alexander harris #thatslayer #alexander harris ( threads. ) #alexander harris ( main verse threads. ) #i may be queue but i'm still pretty.

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†  ――――       GILES  DOESN'T  WANT  TO  SEE  ANY  HARM  COME  TO  FAITH.  he  knows  the  background  she  comes  from  and  how  she  had  no  real  chance  to  prove  to  the  council  that  she  was  racked  with  guilt.  he  doesn't  want  to  see  her  disappear  and  left  with  no  friends,  no  aid,  no  one  to  be  by  her  side  as  she  deals  with  the  regret  she  must  be  feeling   —   he  could  only  imagine  what  she  must  be  feeling.  he  watches  her  rush  up  the  stairs  and  finds  her  disappearing  into  the  stacks.  he  never  turns  his  attention  away  from  the  direction  she  rushed  away  from  just  in  case  he  was  wrong  about  her  but  he  had  hope  he  wasn't.  she  couldn't  be  the  bad  person  the  council  and  wesley  made  her  out  to  be,  he  refused  to  believe  that.  he  listens  to  her  words,  dropping  his  head  in  disappointment  that  she  was  so  firm  on  her  belief  that  he  had  turned  against  her.  he  wouldn't  do  such  a  thing  to  buffy,  so  why  would  he  do  what  she  is  accusing  him  of  to  her?  he  sighed  softly,  eyes  watching  her  movements  out  from  the  stacks,         ❛      as  you  know  faith,  m'  no  longer  part  of  the  watcher's  council.  m'  simply  someone  that  sees  that  you  are  not  a  danger  to  us,  not  if  you  don't  allow  it  to  be      ❜     he  begins,  leaning  against  the  table  and  looking  up  at  her  with  serious  eyes.        ❛      i  had  done  no  such  thing  because  i  don't  believe  what  they  wish  to  do  is  the  right  thing  for  you.  i  believe  you  can  be  rehabilitated  from  what  you  had  done  and  that  does  not  include  being  taken  away  and  locked  up  like  some  criminal.  you  don't  deserve  that,  faith       ❜     he  finished,  his  head  dropping.        ❛      if  a  head  start  is  all  you're  asking  for,  i  will  grant  you  it.  but,  i  stand  on  what  i've  said.  you  must  fight  back.      ❜

Faith folds her arms across her middle, slowly walks the library's perimeter as he talks. She doesn't interrupt him, doesn't speak her mind on this because this is all-too familiar territory. The kindly adult tells the problem child that there's hope, if only they'd trust the fucking system. Only, he doesn't mean it, see. Because nobody ever means it. And, boy oh boy, has Buffy ever instilled in Faith what would happen if she ever took another step towards Buffy's people --- the girl has a mighty violent reaction to sharing, and Faith's not too keen on getting whanged on over this. Again. Besides, the 'system' doesn't work for people like her, and something tells her Giles is well aware. The chances that he's keeping her talking while reinforcements show up are way higher than any chance that he's offering her some sort of aid. Been there, done that. She pauses at the staircase to look back at him before heading up the stairs and disappearing into the stacks, but she's not gone, just needs distance, "Look," she responds, finally, "I know you're gonna get your ass chewed by the rest of the Watchers if anything with me goes guano again. I get that. Get you probably already called in for back up. Need to cover your own ass. Hey. I can respect it." she's through a section on demonic possession, slowly appears on the other side and walks to the banister to rest both hands on it, "But, whatever the hell you gotta do, here, the Council gets involved and I'm dust. You gotta know that. All I'm askin' is a head start."

#rupert giles ( threads. ) #rupert giles ( season 3 threads. ) #thatslayer: rupert giles #thatslayer #i may be queue but i'm still pretty.

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†  ――――       BUFFY  FELT  HER  CHEEKS  HEAT  UP  WITH  EMBARRASSMENT  ONCE  SHE  WAS  SUBTLY  CORRECTED  ON  HER  NEW  ROOMMATE'S  NAME.  hi  mouth,  i'm  foot,  she  thought  to  herself.  she  shook  her  head  lightly  and  chuckled,  taking  aiden's  hand  and  shaking  it  softly  with  a  smile  gracing  her  lips,        ❛      sorry,  yes  aiden,  it's  nice  to  meet  you  too.  i  did,  probably  just  a  few  minutes  before  you  did.  figured  i'd  scope  out  the  room       ❜     she  replied,  looking  around  and  noticed  she  had  placed  her  own  things  on  one  of  the  beds  already.  she  looked  back  at  the  other  girl,        ❛      sorry,  didn't  mean  to  get  ahead  of  myself  and  mark  my  territory      ❜     she  chuckled  nervously  and  retrieved  her  things  from  the  bed  she  placed  them  on.  she  held  her  things  as  she  turned  to  face  her,        ❛      you  can  totally  have  this  side  of  the  room.  i  really  don't  mind  either  way      ❜      buffy  reassured  her,  offering  her  a  friendly  smile.  the  blonde  took  a  seat  on  the  edge  of  the  bed,  looking  up  at  aiden,        ❛     me  too.  i've  never  had  a  roommate  before,  never  lived  with  anyone  else,  really.  except  my  mom  but  that  kinda  goes  without  saying,  doesn't  it     ?     we  should  definitely  be  friends,  looking  forward  to  it.      ❜

BUFFY  GETS  UP  FROM  WHERE  SHE  SAT  AND  BEGINS  TO  UNPACK  HER  THINGS  IN  ONE  OF  THE  CLOSETS,  HANGING  HER  CLOTHES  ONE  BY  ONE  AS  SHE  GOT  TO  KNOW  HER  NEW  DORM  MATE.        ❛      so,  what  kinda  classes  you  got     ?     anything  interesting     ?       ❜     buffy  asked,  briefly  peering  over  her  shoulder  as  she  continued  to  set  up  her  closet  chock-full  of  frilly  skirts  and  leather  coats   —   she'll  have  to  put  away  her  weapons  neatly  and  discreetly  another  time  when  aiden  wasn't  around.  as  much  as  she  loved  this  fresh  start  at  the  university  with  new  friends  and  new  classes,  she  still  had  a  dark  secret  she  had  to  keep  hidden  to  keep  those  around  her  safe.  now  that  included  aiden. 

Aiden was probably the first Halliwell to ever go to a college outside of their hometown. She had wanted to try to see what it was like away from home. Though she made sure to still go to a college that was in her home state. She was still not great with her social skills given how weird her high school classmates made her seem. She was hoping though that things would be different now that she was considered an adult. She had been so nervous about meeting new people. She had managed to make a few acquaintances and her classes weren't too bad. She could only hope that her roommate an her would get along. This was the first time she shared a room with someone in awhile.

with her spellbook and her luggage in hand, she made way to her dorm. She wasn't sure if her roommate was there yet, but she wanted to be sure to put her witchy things away. she didn't want to draw questions towards her about it. she was looking at this college experience to hopefully change what others thought of her. She opened her door and was surprised to see her roommate. She smiled at her, softly before extending her free hand to her. "Hi, Buffy. Good to meet you. I'm Aiden." she wasn't even upset that she didn't know her name. She could only assume that she was nervous like she was. "Did you just get here?" she asked, looking towards her bed. she wasn't sure how she was going to put her stuff away without putting attention on her. She didn't want her to think poorly of her. "I wasn't sure when I was going to meet you today. So I'm glad it was now. Maybe it can help us get over any jitters."

#halliwellauto: buffy summers #halliwellauto #buffy summers ( threads. ) #buffy summers ( season 4 verse threads. ) #i may be queue but i'm still pretty.

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†  ――――        BUFFY  STOOD  HER  GROUND,  UNRELENTING,  AS  SHE  GLUED  HER  EYES  ON  THE  OTHER  FEMALE.  she  continued  to  grip  her  stake  in  her  palm,  but  she  folds  her  arms  over  her  chest,  her  posture  straight  and  challenging.        ❛      help     ?     with  what,  exactly     ?     and  i  don't  ever  remember  asking  anyone  for  help.  not  to  mention,  i'm  getting  really  sick  of  everyone  knowing  me  but  i  don't  know  shit  about  them.  so,  let's  get  real  and  cut  the  cryptic.      ❜

"Gee, let's see -" she stays well out of reach, because the look she's getting is anything but friendly, and starts a countdown on her fingers, "Blonde hair, wooden stake, Real World 'tude... You're, uh... Buffy, right? I'm Faith. You wanna take the mad-doggin' down a notch, Cujo? Here to help."

#geez buffy paranoid much? #thatslayer: buffy summers #thatslayer #buffy summers ( threads. ) #buffy summers ( wish verse threads. ) #i may be queue but i'm still pretty.

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†  ――――        THIS  IS  DEFINITELY  NOT  WHAT  THE  FORMER  WATCHER  HAD  ENVISIONED  FOR  HIS  AFTERNOON.  being  in  the  same  car  where  dawn  was  behind  the  wheel,  the  sister  of  a  slayer  who  hadn't  a  clue  how  to  drive,  was  slightly  terrifying  for  the  older  man  but  he  didn't  want  to  disappoint  her.  dawn  seemed  to  elated  to  learn  the  craft  of  driving  and  who  was  he  to  prevent  her  from  doing  so?  at  least  with  him,  she  would  be  safe  and  that's  all  he  was  truly  worried  about.  he  chuckled  softly  at  her  innocent  promise,        ❛      i  shall  keep  you  to  that  word,  dawn       ❜     he  playfully  responded,  reluctantly  giving  her  the  keys  to  his  precious  car  and  followed  her  with  a  thick  gulp.  he  enters  into  the  passenger  seat  and  begins  to  brace  himself  as  she  adjusted  her  seat  and  the  mirrors.  his  eyes  widened  a  bit  at  her  request,  not  helping  in  dulling  the  impending  fear  that  was  brewing.  he  nodded  before  beginning  to  instruct,         ❛      it's  -  it's  an  automatic,  it  shan't  be  too  difficult  for  you,  i  hope      ❜    he  begins.         ❛       once  you  are  ready,  maneuver  her  into  drive  and  let  off  the  brake.  don't  accelerate  too  quickly,  please.  don't  be  pressured  into  flying  down  the  road  by  the  other  occupants      ❜     he  stated.        ❛      it'll  do  all  the  work  for  you.      ❜

"Hospital visits? Giles" she drawls out in disbelief, but her expression did lighten up a tenfold. A bright smile around her lips as en excited squeak escapes her throat. She accepts the keys without hesitation. "I will be careful" she promises, the last thing she wanted to do was damage one of Giles' most prized possessions. He did love that car, and it was more than generous he allowed her to drive it. With a spring in her step she moves over to the driver seat and steps into the car beside him. A "Thank you" falls from her lips before she adjusts her seat and fixes the mirrors. That was the easy part, but all of a sudden she did feel a little nervous. Afraid to make a mistake. "It does look a little different from the car I drove before.. Can you walk me through it this once?"

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#astormymind: rupert giles #astormymind #rupert giles ( threads. ) #rupert giles ( season 7 threads. ) #i may be queue but i'm still pretty.

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†  ――――       A  SMIRK  OVERTOOK  THE  VAMPIRE'S  LIPS  AT  HER  TOOTHLESS  WORDS.  a  simple,  sarcastic  laugh  fell  from  spike's  lips,  shaking  his  head  and  then  matching  her  gaze  with  his  own  longing  one,         ❛      oh,  slayer.  all  bark,  no  bite,  you  are        ❜     he  responded,  stepping  towards  her  slowly.  he  always  found  himself  drowning  in  her  presence;  her  scent,  her  appearance,  every  small  thing  about  her  caused  his  body  to  gravitate  towards  her,  even  when  he  didn't  want  it  to.  there  was  no  helping  how  he  felt,  and  he  knew  it  was  the  same  matter  for  buffy  herself.        ❛      don't  worry,  luv.  i've  'nuff  bite  for  the  both  of  us   [   .  .  .  .   ]       ❜     he  replied,  his  hand  reaching  out  to  caress  her  delicate,  blonde  locks  that  framed  her  seemingly  perfect  face. 

@crownedhopelesss & @sunnydalescoobiies / rivals to lovers starters ; ❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛  yeah sure spike, in  a  …  you’re  toothless  and  do  nothing  but  annoy  me,  stupid  and  irritating  way.  ❜  deflection  came  easy,  she  had  ENOUGH  practice  at  it  by  now.  it  was  strange,  ever  since  willow’s  spell  had  gone  wonky,  and  she  had  come  to ; straddling  him  mid-kiss.  she  couldn’t  stop  the  dreams  that  came  along  with  it.  dreams  of  herself,  her  fingers  latched  in  his  hair,  his  breath  on  her  skin  …  disgusting,  nasty,  𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚  𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕  𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈,  wrong, wrong,  wrong.  it  was  like  he  knew,  too  …  wouldn’t  just  leave  her  alone.  even  teased  riley  about  it  relentlessly.  and  he  still  wasn’t  wrong.  ❛  you’re  not  special  y’know.  i’m  just  used  to  you,  you’re  like  …  like  a  stray  dog  that  just  won’t  give  up.  ❜

#giftedeath: spike #giftedeath #spike ( threads. ) #spike ( season 6 threads. ) #i may be queue but i'm still pretty.

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†  ――――        THERE  HAD  BEEN  MANY  TIMES  BEN  HAS  FRIGHTENED  FOR  HIS  LIFE  EVER  SINCE  GLORY  HAD  TAKEN  HABITAT  WITHIN  HIS  BODY.  he's  seen  the  things  she's  wreaked  upon  the  innocent,  all  in  the  name  of  getting  what  she  desired,  and  he  always  tried  his  hardest  to  fight  back,  to  prevent  her  from  succeeding  her  true  dream.  but,  this  moment,  right  here,  was  a  moment  that  was  worse  than  all  the  others.  he  was  feeling  his  heart  beginning  to  slow  its  rate,  his  breathing  was  suffocated  by  the  hands  of  rupert  giles,  and  the  blood  vessels  were  slowly  popping  within  his  irises.  he  didn't  want  to  die;  that  was  the  last  thing  he  ever  wanted.  that's  why  he  had  succumbed  to  glory  and  aided  her  in  giving  over  the  key,  the  slayer's  sister,  dawn  summers.  living  in  hell  next  to  a  demon  goddess  was  better  than  arriving  at  death's  door.  he  wanted  to  live  because  he's  never  gotten  to  live  his  own  life  before.  what  did  it  feel  like  to  have  real  free  will?  indulge  in  the  desires  that  gnawed  at  you,  and  what  did  it  feel  like  to  feel  the  real  touch  of  someone  that  loved  you?  things  that  ate  away  at  ben  at  night  when  he  was  trapped  within  the  god's  mind  and  still,  all  things  he  wanted  to  feel  the  pleasure  of  experiencing   [   .  .  .  .   ]   even  if  it  meant  hurting  someone  else  to  get  there.  but,  here  he  was,  eating  his  words  as  he  stared  up  at  giles  with  eyes  like  saucers  while  he  urged  him  to  stop  by  attempting  to  hit  him  wherever  he  could;  his  face,  his  wrists,  his  chest,  but  nothing  stopped  him,  and  he  felt  his  life  slipping  through  his  fingers,  miles  away,  so  far.  that's  when  he  heard  glory  pleading  at  him  to  let  her  through  and  grab  the  steering  wheel  of  life  only  to  save  the  both  of  them  from  this  dreary  fate.  he  allowed  her  and  felt  himself  disappear  without  another  thought  as  glory  took  a  hold  of  his  will.  he  wanted  to  survive   —   everyone  else  be  damned.

HE  STAYED  SUPPRESSED  IN  THE  GOD'S  MIND  AS  SHE  MORPHED  INTO  HER  OWN  BODY  AND  TOOK  CONTROL  OF  THE  SITUATION.  he  watched  giles  fly  across  the  room  by  her  hand  through  her  eyes  and  he  winced.  he  didn't  know  what  to  feel.  should  he  feel  horrible  for  being  responsible  for  mister  giles'  pain,  or  should  he  feel  satisfaction  for  surviving  his  hand?  it  was  an  eternal  as  well  as  internal  battle;  one  he  felt,  ironically,  alone  in.  it  was  dark  until  glory  had  looked  up  into  the  sky  to  witness  her  one  chance  to  go  home  fleeting  as  a  burst  of  shiny,  blue  energy.  it  was  beautiful,  he  felt  that  tug  towards  it  just  as  she  did,  even  though  he  had  no  real  connection  to  it.  and  because  of  this  emotional  bind  to  it,  he  also  felt  just  how  painful  it  was  to  watch  it  disappear.  he  wanted  to  cry,  to  sob,  to  fall  to  his  knees  and  curse  the  world  for  stopping  what  they  had  tried  so  hard  to  do.  why  did  he  feel  so  angry?  he  never  truly  wanted  hell  to  be  released  unto  earth,  he  only  wanted  to  survive,  but  he  found  the  longer  he  and  glory  shared  one  spirit,  the  more  he  was  becoming  just  like  her,  feeling  what  she  felt  and  believed  what  she  believed  in.  then  he  found  her  falling  to  her  knees  just  as  he  wished.  they  were  on  the  same  wavelength,  and  that  was  a  new  fear  of  its  own.  then,  suddenly,  drew  herself  inward,  and  he  was  morphed  into  his  own  body  once  again.  he  panted,  desperate  to  regain  his  breath,  falling  forward  onto  his  hands  and  knees  as  he  tore  into  the  clothes  they  shared.  he  looked  up,  watching  the  empty  night  sky  that  once  beamed  with  their  blue  -  colored  hope.  he  sighed  deeply  and  began  weeping,  eyes  filled  with  confused  tears  and  body  quaking  with  fear,  even  anger.  he  wiped  away  his  tears  aggressively  and  sniffled,  looking  around  and  noticed  rupert  had  fled  during  their  breakdown.  he  chuckled  sarcastically,         ❛       is  this  your  grand  plan,  glory     ?     cry  and  cry  and  hope  that  it'll  come  back     ?      well,  it's  not     !!       ❜     he  screamed,  struggling  to  stand  up  and  used  the  condemned  wall  for  leverage.  he  shook  with  vex,        ❛      it's  gone   —   and  we're  never  going  home  now.  all  because  you  couldn't  defeat  the  slayer.      ❜

closed starter for @sunnydalescoobiies { @crownedhopelesss } / Ben

To live as a deity with dominion over a dimension of hell, pain was something to bestow, not receive. Even with all of her power, Glorificus could not stop the Slayer; she had begun to understand what the gift of pain truly meant. Ben and Glory, Glory and Ben, they were bleeding into one, which meant soon, neither would exist. Beaten and bloodied, she had retreated, allowed Ben’s face to cease the onslaught of the Slayer’s gift. She had withdrawn at the sight of him, of Glory’s only weakness, the mortal man she should have killed where he lay, but for her mercy, the price was death. No, Glory pushed through Ben’s- their minds, the stubborn will to survive lingering even as fingers clutched at Ben’s face, denying air to his- their lungs. I cannot die, I will not, I am a God, I am immortal. The mantra was forced over and over again around their darkening minds. Let me take control, let me stop this! But Ben was weak, wasn’t he? Compared to her majesty, he always would be. You want this life of yours so badly, Ben? I can give that to you. Let me save us. At last, he relented, and despite her wavering energy, Glory rose to the surface to put a stop to their shared end.

The look in the Watchers’ eyes was one of shock as Ben’s form morphed under his grip, replacing the mortal’s attempt to fight back with that of a God. A swift, strong palm to the chest and the Watcher flew backwards, knocked out cold. Glory coughed violently, the phantom memory of suffocation ringing through her system. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Glory breathed with a wild grin, but she was barely able to stand. “The Slayer really did a number on us- me.” Dragging her body through the destroyed wall she had been flung through, Glory looked up in time to witness her one desire fading away. The portal was beautiful, bright, blue and the air around it sizzled with energy. She was too weak to make it in time, she could feel that it was already closing, sealing itself shut for eternity. “No, no no, no!” Fingers shot into curly locks, grasping, nails digging into flesh. Glory stumbled, “this isn’t how it was supposed to happen! This…” falling to her knees, the God did something she was once incapable of. She relinquished her body to him, to Ben, drew inward and wept.

#this is definitely not where i thought it was going to go but I'M KINDA HERE FOR IT? #ben took over the keyboard and this is what he gave me don't blame the messenger people #oneyedchicklet #oneyedchicklet: ben wilkinson #ben wilkinson / guest muse. #i may be queue but i'm still pretty.

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†  ――――         GLORY  WAS  SATISFIED  WITH  THE  VAMPIRE'S  REACTION  TO  HER  MERCILESS  KILLING.  of  course,  the  man  was  still  physically  alive,  but  he'd  never  have  his  sanity  back  within  his  mind;  it  now  lived  within  her  own,  to  keep  her  insanity  at  bay.  a  smirk  overtook  the  god's  lips  as  she  approached  the  other  female,  towering  over  her  and  looking  down  at  her  as  she  fell  down  further  against  the  wall.  she  grabbed  the  collar  of  her  shirt  and  lifted  her  up  effortlessly,  pinning  her  against  the  wall  as  she  looked  her  over.  she  said  the  exact  words  the  god  wanted  to  hear,  and  she  couldn't  be  more  elated.  her  plan  was  falling  into  place.

SHE  FINALLY  LET  GO  OF  THE  FABRIC  OF  HER  SHIRT  AND  THEN  DUSTED  HER  WITH  HER  HANDS,  FIXING  HER  COLLAR.  she  chuckled  lightly,  humming  in  delight,        ❛      it's  like  music  to  my  ears  when  i  hear  you  pathetic  worms  squirm  for  my  approval      ❜    she  replied,  her  devilish  grin  stretching  her  lips  and  her  eyes  widening  with  excitement.  she's  been  looking  for  ellie  for  quite  some  time.  her  minions  had  caught  wind  of  a  vampire  that  had  the  abilities  of  a  seer  and  that  could  come  in  handy  when  it  came  to  taking  down  the  slayer,  reclaiming  her  throne  and  finally  getting  out  of  this  not-so-fun  world  and  making  it  back  home.  she  just  needed  to  make  sure  that  ellie  played  along  exactly  how  she  needed  her  to.  she  began  to  pace  back  and  forth  in  front  of  the  vampire  casually,  her  finger  tapping  at  her  lower  lip  as  she  pondered  her  anxious  but  excited  thoughts.        ❛      oh,  you're  asking  the  wrong  questions,  little  girl.  the  question  that  you  should  be  asking  is   -—      ❜     she  stopped  her  pacing  to  face  her,  smirk  unwavering.        ❛      what  do  i  want  from  you       ❜     she  finished.

SHE  GRABBED  ELLIE  BY  HER  ARM  AND  BEGAN  DRAGGING  HER  DOWN  THE  SIDEWALK  BY  FORCE,  STOMPING  WITH  DETERMINATION  AS  SHE  SPOKE.        ❛     what  i  want  from  you  is  that  itty  bitty  interesting  brain  of  yours  that  you  got  in  your  noggin      ❜     she  began,  making  her  way  to  her  apartment  complex  where  she  had  planned  to  keep  ellie  hostage  until  further  notice.        ❛     see,  a  little  birdy  told  me  you  can  help  me  with  a  problem  that  i've  been  having.  i'm  trying  to  get  home  and  get  back  what's  MINE  and  that  pesky  slayer  and  her  band  of  freaks  kinda  ruined  that  for  me.  that's  where  you  come  in,  sweet  cheeks      ❜     she  continued,  entering  into  her  building  and  tossing  ellie  into  the  elevator.  she  aggressively  pressed  the  button  to  her  floor  and  turned  back  to  the  vampire,        ❛      i  think  you  can  tell  me  exactly  what  i  need  to  do  that.  where  to  go,  people  to  see,  things  to  kill.  you  have  that  cool,  special  power  that  lets  you  see  things.  and  correct  me  if  i'm  wrong   —   and  if  i  am,  you  might  as  well  die  now.      ❜

This was bad. This was really, really bad. Ellie couldn't even contain the fear on her face as she found herself cornered by the wild curly-haired woman. In any other situation Ellie's vampiric nature would've made itself known by baring fangs and letting out a threatening hiss, but instead it was her who behaved as if she was the prey. Her wide eyes scanned her surroundings, dashing back and forth quickly for an escape, before suddenly finding herself knocked backwards into the wall behind her.

Ellie let out a pained grunt, her eyes clamping shut for a moment before widening back open again: fearful expression still smacked across her face. Things only got worst as the woman began to ramble neurotically. Ellie wondered what was wrong with her, if the woman even knew exactly what it was she was ranting on about. She sounded completely nuts! Ellie moved a little further down the wall, itching away and readying herself to bolt at a speed unseen to the human eye, until--

There were many things that Ellie had seen in over a century of visions clouding her mind ... but this was unlike anything she'd ever seen. The man's screams as the woman clawed her fingers into his head hurt Ellie's own head. It sounded like the screams she heard from her vision, only it was just a taste of the horror to come.

"Stop! Stop it!" Ellie yelled out, hands raising to hold her own head. Eventually it stopped, and the man was nothing more than a shell of bubbling incoherent mess. Ellie stared, her eyes wide, unable to comprehend what she'd just witnessed. "What did you do to him? H-How--" The man was still alive physically, of course, and yet, it was as if his mind had been sucked out of him. What kind of creature was capable of doing such a thing?

Ellie looked back at the woman, hands raising up to warn to stay away (athough she began to wonder if her vampire speed and strength would even be strong enough to fight her). "Look ... hang on-- wait a minute! I won't fight you if you don't hurt anyone else. I swear!" She swore, gaze flickering to watch the man getting to his feet and mumbling as he stumbled away. Ellie wanted to help him. She almost made a budge over to him, but it took one glance back at the woman to make her stay back in place, "What do you want?"

#salvatoreseer: glory #salvatoreseer #glory ( threads. ) #glory ( main verse threads. ) #i may be queue but i'm still pretty.

[sunnydalescoobiies]

†  ――――         FAITH  KNEW  WHEN  THINGS  GOT  SERIOUS,  YOU  HAD  TO  DO  WHAT  WAS  NECESSARY.  being  soft  and  gentle  isn't  the  way,  sometimes,  and  often  could  make  things  worse  than  they  are.  but  something  that  faith  might  not  understand  to  the  fullest  is  that  being  tough  might  not  always  be  the  best  decision  either.  she  doesn't  realize  just  how  tired  samantha  is.  but,  she  finally  notices  the  way  samantha  slumps  into  her  seat  and  the  way  her  eyes  drop  from  tiredness.  she  sighed  softly,  feeling  a  little  guilty  with  the  words  she's  used  towards  her,         ❛      m'  sorry,  sammy.  m'  not  trynna  piss  you  off  or  nuthin'  but  i  don't  wanna  see  you  go  down  and  be  disrespected  like  that,  you  feel  me     ?      ❜     she  responded,  walking  over  to  sit  next  to  her.

SHE  PLACES  A  COMFORTING  HAND  ON  HER  KNEE  AND  SQUEEZES  IT  GENTLY  IN  REASSURANCE.  she  nodded  at  the  other  girl's  suggestion,  figuring  that  hashing  this  thing  out  might  be  best  to  do  it  tomorrow,  when  they've  both  had  rest  and  time  to  mull  it  over.        ❛     heard,  i  get  it.  not  trynna  push  you  or  nuthin'.  we'll  talk  about  it  tomorrow,  no  need  to  rush  it      ❜     she  agreed,  standing  back  up  and  letting  out  an  exasperated  sigh.  she  places  both  her  hands  behind  her  head  as  she  paced  the  room,        ❛      you  jus'  deserve  better  than  that.      ❜

@sunnydalescoobiies ;; ❝ you’re too soft to do what’s necessary. ❞ / from faith lehane to samantha giddings

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Should she take that as a compliment or an insult?

In a way, Sam is glad she can't resort to violence, or a harsh nature in the blink of an eye. It simply isn't her. Her loyalty for those she loves will push her at times, she'll turn herself into a sacrificial lamb if it meant someone she loves can get out of harms way. Still, Sam's got strength, loyal to no end. A loyal dog can still bite.

❝Just...what is necessary, anyway? Could this not have waited 'til the morning?❞ She's tired. Slumped in her seat as if she's been dropped from a great height, exhausted gaze follows Faith wherever she goes. ❝What's the matter with being soft?❞

Sam cannot twist herself to become something else, she is so unabashedly Samantha. It's something that has separated herself from her friends, considered different in the way Hannah was once different...Hannah was just herself. Fingers cling to the arms of the chair, digging in to muster enough strength in her tired body to pull herself upwards. It's a large effort; she feels like a weighted ragdoll someone would play with, every movement of her body is slow and exhaustive.

❝M'kay. How, how about this, Faith? We'll talk about it in the morning, okay? I promise. When we're both rational.❞ A sigh, then, a pause. ❝I don't even know what we're talking about anymore.❞

#dollhidden #dollhidden: faith lehane #faith lehane ( threads. ) #faith lehane ( main verse threads. ) #i may be queue but i'm still pretty.

[sunnydalescoobiies]

†  ――――         THERE  WAS  SOMETHING  ABOUT  FAITH'S  PRESENCE  THAT  MADE  BUFFY  FEEL  LIKE  SHE  COULD  BE  HERSELF.  conversation  was  easy  with  her  no  matter  the  topic,  it  seemed  like,  and  the  friendship  brewing  between  them  was  easy  compared  to  the  other  students  that  she's  met  so  far.  she  was  feeling  like  a  outcast,  but  faith  didn't  make  her  feel  that  way.  she  appreciated  that  more  than  faith  could  know.  it  has  been  the  one  thing  buffy  was  desperately  needing   —   a  new  friend  she  could  call  her  own.  willow  was  off  with  oz  and  her  new  wicca  group  and  xander  had  his  new  job,  she  felt  alone.  maybe  that'll  change  now  that  she  had  faith.

BUFFY  LAUGHED  SOFTLY  AT  FAITH'S  WORDS,  SHRUGGING  A  BIT,        ❛     i  think  that  might  make  us  at  maximum  capacity  if  we  pulled  that  off      ❜     she  joked,  smile  unwavering.  she  blushed  slightly  at  the  nickname  that  was  bestowed  upon  her.      ❛     poetry  girl,  huh     ?     i  like  it     ❜     she  chuckled  lightly.        ❛     i  definitely  will.  maybe  we  can  go  to  one  together.  i'm  not  writing  my  own  stuff  yet  but  maybe  it's  just  the  inspiration  i've  been  needing      ❜     she  replied,  nodding  confidently.  she  wasn't  sure  if  she'd  actually  pursue  the  art  of  poetry,  but  it  was  something  that  interested  her.  she  did  need  a  hobby  that  wasn't  slaying  and  indexing  weapons.

BUFFY  WAS  SURPRISED  BY  FAITH'S  SUGGESTION,  DEFINITELY  DIDN'T  SEE  IT  COMING  BUT  SHE  WASN'T  EXACTLY  OPPOSED  TO  THE  IDEA.  she  didn't  really  fit  in  here  anyway.  she  didn't  have  any  friends  here,  and  it  wasn't  much  of  her  vibe  with  the  whole  fraternity  and  the  beer.  she  much  rather  be  somewhere  else  anyway.  she  thought  for  a  moment,  looking  back  into  the  party  and  then  back  at  the  other  female,  taking  in  a  deep  breath.        ❛      you  know  what     ?      let's  do  it.  this  place  has  been  kind  of  a  drag,  anyway      ❜     she  agreed.  she  headed  down  the  steps  and  began  walking  side  by  side  with  faith,  her  arms  folded  over  her  chest  as  she  walked,  kicking  the  pebbles  in  her  path.         ❛      not  much  for  the  frat  party,  huh     ?     i'm  not  either.  kinda  lame  if  you  ask  me      ❜    she  stated,  glancing  over  at  faith.

It sounded like this girl either knew about the Hellmouth and wanted to keep it secret, or genuinely just thought the town was weird. But given the stake in her purse, Faith was beginning to suspect Buffy had firsthand experience. But it wasn't just something she could come out and ask, like, "Hey, I'm a Slayer. Know any good places where vampires hang out?"

"Makes sense. Family's important," she said, shrugging one shoulder. "Apart from my aunt, I don't really have anyone back home, but sometimes I miss how Boston was, y'know, an actual city. Would it kill ya to get a Dunkin Donuts out here?"

Faith's tone was light, playful. She wondered what Buffy meant about not leaving her mother -- was it health reasons? Not wanting to leave her alone with the monsters? Again, not something you just asked normal.

"Poetry girl, huh? Not usually my favorite thing, if I'm bein' honest. Unless it's Doctor Seuss. But if you ever have an open mic night at the coffee shop, hit me up," she said, tilting her chin upwards a bit. When Buffy suggested heading back inside, Faith considered it for a moment. But she thought about all the guys inside, how the music was loud and the beer was cheap. She got an idea -- and yes, maybe it was because she really did want to see just how much this chick knew about the dangers of the city.

"A not-so-legal drink sounds like a solid plan. But if we're gonna break the law, why not actually do it with good booze? I heard there's a place downtown that's a little lax on IDs," she explained. "Plus, since you're a local and all, you can make sure we don't get lost. You in?"

#wickedlehane: buffy summers #wickedlehane #buffy summers ( threads. ) #buffy summers ( maybe i'm not so alone after all verse threads. ) #i may be queue but i'm still pretty.

[sunnydalescoobiies]

†  ――――         SAMMY  WAS  ENJOYING  A  MUCH  DESERVED  NIGHT  OUT.  all  she's  ever  really  wanted  to  do,  as  a  young  girl  who's  barely  started  her  life,  was  to  party  and  make  music  and  experience  life.  but,  ever  since  she  got  thrust  into  a  life  of  being  a  vampire  slayer,  she's  hardly  had  time  for  herself.  she  had  decided  to  take  a  night  off  from  slaying  the  big  bads  that  roamed  the  street   —   knowing  she'd  probably  bump  into  one  or  two  of  them  at  this  very  club   —   and  enjoy  her  life  a  little.  two  drinks  in,  and  she's  put  on  her  boogie  shoes,  tearing  up  the  dance  floor  with  the  music  pumping  straight  through  her  veins.  when  she  heard  a  familiar  voice,  one  she  hadn't  heard  in  quite  some  time,  she  spins  around  with  her  straw  still  in  her  mouth,  and  catches  sight  of  jeremy.  is  he  really  here  right  now,  after  all  this  time?  her  jaw  drops  to  the  floor  and  she  lowers  her  drink,  a  delighted  gasp  emits  from  her  pink  lips,         ❛      oh  my  god,  jer     !!     is  that  really  you     !?      ❜     she  exclaims,  throwing  her  arms  around  his  neck  and  pulls  him  into  a  loving,  relieving  embrace.  she  laughs  and  smiles,  so  excited  to  see  him  again.  it's  been  way  too  long,  and  yet  her  feelings  for  him  have  never  fled  her  heart.  she  pulls  away  and  gazes  into  his  eyes,        ❛      of  course  i  do,  but  first,  you  have  to  tell  me  where  you've  been.  i've   –   missed  you   [   .  .  .  .   ]      ❜    she  tells  him  over  the  music,  placing  her  drink  on  the  wandering  tray  of  the  waitress  before  returning  her  arms  to  his  neck.  she  sways  her  hips  side  to  side,  never  breaking  eye  contact  with  him.  she  giggled,        ❛     you  look  good.      ❜ // @fe11schurch.

@crownedhopelesss liked for a starter for sammy .

the club is crowded and jeremy tries to see her from behind some guy with a hat on . it's been so long since he called her , feeling bad for getting her involved with reaper business when she had just been at the wrong place at the wrong time . jeremy's lips part as he watches her dance on the floor , and he even hesitates to move forward , but he does anyway . if not today, it won't happen ever . she comes into view and meets his gaze a moment later , and jeremy feels relieved to see how the same she looks . it's been a year , maybe a year and a half , and he still felt like weight has been taken off his shoulders with one glance . " hey , " he says , loud enough to be heard over loud club music . " you wanna dance ? "

#OMG I MISSED YOU TOO AND MISSED THEM! #how have you been?! #SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BTW I HOPE IT'S OKAY I STILL RESPONDED #fe11scurch #fe11schurch: samantha mcdowell #samantha mcdowell ( threads. ) #samantha mcdowell ( main verse threads. ) #i may be queue but i'm still pretty.

[sunnydalescoobiies]

†  ――――         RUPERT  WAS  HAPPY  TO  SEE  HIS  DAUGHTER'S  EYES  LIGHT  UP  WITH  THE  BEAUTY  OF  CHRISTMAS.  he  was  elated  he  could  spend  quality  time  with  her;  decorating  a  tree  and  baking  cookies  was  the  exact  thing  he  needed  in  his  life.  he  was  eagerly  awaiting  her  answer  as  to  what  she'd  like  for  christmas  as  a  gift,  and  to  his  surprise,  she  wanted  a  grimoire.  the  assortment  of  books  he  was  more  than  happy  to  gift  her,  but  a  grimoire?  that  made  him  slightly  nervous.  and  the  mention  of  ethan  caused  his  blood  to  boil  a  little.  even  though  they're  on  good  terms,  he  still  didn't  appreciate  him  butting  into  his  business  with  his  daughter.  he  spun  around  to  look  at  her,  hands  still  holding  the  tinsel  he  was  going  to  put  on  the  tree,         ❛      a  grimoire     ?      ❜    he  repeats,  the  surprise  clear  in  his  tone.  he  clears  his  throat  before  rolling  his  eyes  slightly,        ❛      well,  ethan  is  a  right   —       ❜     he  stops  himself,  not  wanting  to  speak  ill  about  ethan  or  rudely  in  front  of  his  daughter.  he  takes  his  glasses  off  with  his  free  hand,        ❛      do  you  truly  feel  ready  for  that,  katherine     ?      ❜

"You and me both..." Growing up in England, Katy had loved Christmas -- both the day itself and the overall season. There was just something...magical about London in December. Trees everywhere. The entire city covered in a veil of twinkling lights...

Quite different from the California Christmas she was now celebrating. Not that Christmas in Sunnydale was bad...

But maybe that's why she went with the angel instead of the traditional star. A different topper for a different sort of Christmas.

Looking up at the tree, she smiled before turning her attention to her father -- giving him a small nod. "I have a few things in mind. Like those collected works of Shakespeare we saw in the bookstore in LA and...my own grimoire? I know...I know...but I think I'm ready. Uncle Ethan says I'm ready..."

#ineverygeneration: rupert giles #ineverygeneration #rupert giles ( threads. ) #rupert giles ( main verse threads. ) #i may be queue but i'm still pretty.

[sunnydalescoobiies]

†  ――――         ❛       SORRY  TO  CRAMP  YOUR  STYLE.  i'll  try  not  to  stick  out  like  a  sore  thumb       ❜      the  slayer  responded,  a  small  grin  curling  at  her  lips.  she  leans  into  the  bar  with  her  elbows  propped  up  on  the  counter,  watching  the  other  clean  the  glasses.  she  looks  back  up  at  him,        ❛      wish  i  could  say  pleasure,  drink  sounds  good  right  about  now  but   —   business.  i  need  some  information      ❜     she  started,  sighing  softly.        ❛     i  got  a  nest  that's  been  giving  me  some  trouble.  you  hear  anything  about  them     ?      ❜

          @sunnydalescoobiies

               "If people like you keep showing up here, people are gonna get ideas of how we run our establishment." Small laugh at the slayer, a moment to observe the thriving crowd behind her enjoying the live music, the crowd in question filled with both mundanes and select human-passing supernaturals. Glass was picked up from sink and cleaned. "You here on business or pleasure?"

#drkroots #thank you for the starter friend!! <33 #drkroots: buffy summers #buffy summers ( threads. ) #buffy summers ( main verse threads. ) #i may be queue but i'm still pretty.

[sunnydalescoobiies]

†  ――――         WILLOW  HAS  NEVER  FELT  MORE  CONFIDENT  IN  HERSELF  UNTIL  SHE  HAD  MET  AIDEN.  when  aiden  entered  into  her  life,  after  everything  she  had  suffered  through,  it  brought  a  light  that  she  hadn't  seen  in  quite  some  time.  she  had  trained  and  learned  under  giles  where  she  finally  came  back  into  touch  what  the  true  meaning  of  magic  really  was;  light,  prospering,  and  nature,  good  will  on  earth.  she  had  perverted  the  meaning  of  magic  when  she  let  the  darkness  consume  her,  and  she  finally  felt  she  was  back  to  her  old  self  again;  before  she  became  dark  willow.  so,  why  did  she  felt  so  scared  to  see  her  friends  again  and  be  back  in  sunnydale  where  she  was  from?  she  felt  she  wasn't  ready  to  fall  back  into  her  old  routine  because  she  was  scared  that  if  she  had,  she  would  fall  back  into  those  habits  she  had  worked  so  hard  to  break.  aiden  was  helping  her  through  that;  helping  her  control  her  emotions  and  acknowledge  them  so  they  wouldn't  run  amok.  she's  been  an  immense  help  with  that  and  with  aiden  being  such  a  close  friend  now   —   she's  truly  seen  the  light.

AIDEN'S  VOICE  ALWAYS  CALMED  HER,  EVEN  WHEN  SHE  WAS  FRIGHTENED  OR  RIDDLED  WITH  ANXIETY.  she  was  nervous  to  be  back  in  a  magic  shop  but  she  was  determined  to  overcome  her  fear  and  with  aiden  by  her  side,  she  felt  she  could  accomplish  anything.  a  smile  overtook  the  red-head's  face  at  the  mention  of  daisy,        ❛      yes,  puppies  snuggles  always  save  the  day.  ooo,  maybe  we  can  get  her  one  of  those  pup  cups  from  starbucks     ?     she's  so  cute  when  her  nose  is  covered  in  whipped  cream      ❜      she  replied,  giggling  at  the  thought.  she  looked  around  the  shop  again  and  back  at  aiden,  taking  in  a  deep  breath  before  speaking.  she  could  feel  her  palms  still  sweating  and  her  calves  shaking  where  she  stood  but  she  had  to  get  a  grip  on  her  overwhelming  emotions.  she  wanted  to  be  able  to  do  this;  she  needed  to.         ❛      no,  no,  i'm  good.  i  can  do  this.  i  want  to  do  this.  this'll  be  good  for  me,  like  you  said.  i  can't  hide  forever      ❜     she  responded  with  determination  laced  within  her  tone.  she  felt  herself  begin  to  calm  down  when  aiden's  hand  rubbed  her  back  lovingly,  a  small,  relaxed  smile  curling  her  lips.  how  did  she  do  that?  she  looked  over  at  her,  blushing  some  more  when  it  was  mentioned,  her  cheeks  lit  up  with  a  rosy  pink.  she  lightly  giggled  and  then  took  a  deep  breath  as  instructed,        ❛       got  it.  what  are  we  here  for  again     ?       ❜     she  asked,  clearly  distracted  by  aiden's  touch.  she  began  to  walk  around  and  look  at  the  shelves  full  of  different  ingredients  for  spells  such  as  frog's  legs,  chicken  feet,  and  toad  eyes.  she  picked  up  one  of  the  chicken's  feet  and  fiddled  with  it,  turning  to  face  aiden,        ❛      what  if  we  did  a  spell  that  created  a  calmness  in  the  apartment     ?     i  think  some  sage  would  cleanse  my  anxiety      ❜     she  suggested.

aiden was happy that she could provide some support to Willow when she needed it. she could only imagine how hard things were for her. She had suffer a few losses herself in her work. it had taken her time to fight the dark side. But once she did, she was able to focus on helping others again. Everyone handled emotions differently and she had to contain hers at times. a moment of anger could easily make something break if she wasn't careful. it had been awhile since she felt angry. Ever since Willow came into her life, she felt more at ease. It made her wonder if she had needed Willow just as much as she needed her. it was not easy to find someone that shared the same passion as her. it was nice and that was why she came up with reasons to see her and spend time with her as often as possible. she was glad that she was thriving and that she was able to help her. she knew it was going to take more time but she felt that she was heading in the right direction.

She looked at her admiration for her bravery. "Well, after we're done here, maybe we can go to my place and I can make us lunch. Then maybe that can get you to the unicorns and puppies happy. I mean, you know Daisy loves getting cuddles from you," she chuckled before picking up a book to look at. Daisy, her dog and companion, loved the redheaded witch as much as Aiden did. she was like an emotional support animal with all the love she gave. "We can leave whenever you feel overwhelmed. Yes, its good to face your fears. But I don't want you to be overloaded with emotions about being here." She wanted her to enjoy herself in bookstores like this again. It would be a good first step in the right direction. She had looked up right when Willow got spooked by the stranger. She gave them a stern look as they walked away. she set the book down and went to rub her back. "I think it was pretty brave. you could have punched them for doing that. Though I know it was probably an accident." Though she probably would have punched them for scaring her. But that was her. She rubbed her back some more before pressing a light kiss to her cheek. "Besides, I think you look cute when you blush. Just take a deep breath for me. We'll look around a bit more and then go to my apartment like I mentioned."

#omg they are SO cute!! #halliwellauto: willow rosenberg #halliwellauto #willow rosenberg ( threads. ) #i may be queue but i'm still pretty. #willow rosenberg ( season 7 verse threads. )

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†  ――――         BUFFY  WAS  WELL  AWARE  OF  THE  KIND  OF  PERSON  NEGAN  WAS.  he  can  be  cruel  and  ruthless  and  void  of  mercy.  but,  despite  all  this,  she  still  saw  potential  within  him  to  be  a  better  person  than  he  is.  he  deserved  a  chance  to  prove  that  to  her,  to  show  her  he  was  more  than  a  leader  that  looked  down  on  his  soldiers.  she  had  feelings  for  him,  this  much  was  true,  and  maybe  that's  why  she's  stuck  around  for  as  long  as  she  did  because  she  knew  deep  down  he  was  better  than  this  monster  he  presented  himself  as.  for  awhile  now,  she's  thought  about  leaving  the  sanctuary  and  leaving  behind  all  the  things  she's  witnessed  them  do;  hurt  others,  kill  others,  take  things  that  weren't  theirs  to  begin  with.  she  refused  to  allow  her  own  morals  and  values  to  become  skewed  by  being  around  them  but,  at  the  time  that  she  joined  them,  she  didn't  have  much  in  the  way  of  a  choice.  she  needed  shelter,  food,  water,  and  all  the  essentials  the  saviors  and  negan  provided  for  her  when  she  first  joined  their  group.  but  the  more  time  she  spent  here  and  the  more  she  had  seen  here,  it  scared  her.  negan  scared  her  despite  her  growing  feelings  for  him.  her  heart  sunk  at  the  thought  of  leaving  him,  as  it  does  every  time  she  had  threatened  to,  and  she  wished  she  could  say  she  meant  this  time.  but,  with  the  way  he  gazed  at  her,  and  the  way  his  voice  grew  so  softly  as  he  spoke  to  her,  it  made  her  rethink  her  decision.  a  decision  she  had  fought  tirelessly  each  day.

HER  EYES  ROLL  UPWARDS  AT  HIS  NEXT  WORDS,  A  LONG  SIGH  EMITS  FROM  HER  LIPS,  FRUSTRATED.         ❛         no,  this  is  something  i  can  confidently  say  i  will  never  be  on  your  side  with.  hurting  people      ?      how  could  i  ever  get  behind  that,  negan      ?      ❜        she  replied,  canting  her  head  slightly.  again,  another  roll  of  her  eyes  occur,           ❛         i  shouldn't  have  to.  isn't  it  obvious      ?      this  should  all  be  obvious  to  you.  people  equals  do  not  kill.  walkers     ?      you  kill.  you  can't  do  this  to  innocent  lives,  i  won't  be  a  part  of  that        ❜      she  stated  firmly,  turning  away  from  him.  it  was  hard  to  look  at  him  because  she  could  feel  her  heart  tug  towards  him,  as  much  as  she  didn't  want  to  feel  this  way.  she  saw  the  good  in  him,  from  time  to  time,  and  she  wished  he  could  always  be  that  person  he  showed  to  her;  not  this  monster  he  pretends  to  be  to  instill  fear  in  those  that  were  beneath  him.  he  was  right,  though.  this  wasn't  the  first  time  she's  attempted  to  leave  him,  leave  his  community  behind  in  search  of  something  better,  somewhere  that  treated  others  as  equals.  she  knew  that  humankind  needed  to  hold  onto  that,  otherwise  everyone  would  lose  their  sense  of  humanity.  she  refused  to  be  a  part  of  that.  her  body  shivers  when  she  feels  his  hands  guide  her  to  face  him  once  again.  she  looks  up  at  him  as  he  towers  over  her,  feeling  her  eyes  glistening  with  tears  that  were  desperate  to  escape,  but  she  wouldn't  allow  it,  she  couldn't.  she  didn't  want  to  appear  weak  in  front  of  negan.           ❛           you.  i'm  scared  of  you,  negan.  how  do  i  know  that  one  day  you  won't  teach  me  a  lesson  just  like  you  do  to  anyone  else  that  pisses  you  off     ?         ❜      she  responded,  but,  deep  down,  she  knew  he  would  never  hurt  her  like  he  did  to  others.  but,  how  did  she  ever  know  that  for  certain?

【❖】 ―――― THIS WASN'T THE FIRST TIME SHE THREATENED TO RUN OFF NOR WOULD IT BE THE LAST. However, regardless of the repetition, every instance of her doing it feels like a punch to his stomach. The idea of her departure shatters him internally. Negan refrained from vocalizing such a notion, as it would entail vulnerability, a perilous trait in these current times. It was perilous for both him and her if anyone discovered the full depth of his feelings towards her, as that knowledge could be exploited against him. Maybe if she took the time to have a genuine conversation with him, she would realize that his intentions are not as malicious as she thinks them to be. When the world went to shit he watched so many people die that it triggered something inside him. He doesn't enjoy killing people, hell that's the last thing he wants. Despite his aversion to killing, he understands that sometimes it becomes a necessary evil to protect those who rely on him. His promises of safeguarding are not empty words; he goes to great lengths to ensure the safety and well-being of his followers. His strategic approach may seem unconventional, but it yields remarkable results, earning him trust and loyalty.

WHY WOULD HE NOT WANT HER HERE WHEN SHE WAS A REMINDER OF EVERYTHING THAT HAD BEEN GOOD IN THE WORLD BEFORE IT WENT TO SHIT ? ❛ Never say never, Buffy. You know, as I stand here I can't remember a single time you've ever sat down with me and talked about all of this. ❜ He used his trusted bat to point all around them, referencing the situation. She was blind if she couldn't see how much of an influence she had on him. No one would have gotten away with half the things he's let her slide on. ❛ You've got your values and I respect the hell out of that, but deep down no matter how many times you try to convince yourself to leave, you won't, and that scares the hell out of you. ❜ He is genuinely terrified every time she enters one of these moods and threatens to leave. After his late wife's passing, he never expected to develop such intense emotions for someone else — until she entered his life. She possesses a captivating beauty, a bold personality, and an undeniable fire. These qualities ignite a spark within him. He is fully aware of how she responds to his advances — the way she gazes at him, the way her arm hairs stand on end when he gets close. It reveals everything he needs to know. So, when she turns away from him, he follows and gently guides her to face him once again. ❛ Tell me what you're really trying to run away from, Buffy. ❜

#xxgotthedevilinsidexx: buffy summers #xxgotthedevilinsidexx #buffy summers ( threads. ) #i may be queue but i'm still pretty. #buffy summers ( the walking dead verse threads. )

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#they deserved an emmy just for that spit trail

#buffy summers ( self. ) #to kill this girl you have to love her ( buffy x angelus. )