What am I?

     so, there’s a good likelihood that i’m probably gonna convert this blog to a xena: warrior princess one soon. i’m not going to delete any of dawn’s old stuff if i do, but if anyone still wants to write with her, she’s over at @ourlegends now!! (:

       “Oh, I know! My sister’s best friend used to date a werewolf - his name was Oz - and he was pretty cool. Well, when he wasn’t all furry and growl-y, anyway.”

       “Oh.” Well, that certainly put a damper on the mood. “But         there’s no perks at all? Can’t you, like, save people and stuff?”

      “Maybe it’s not fun, but it’s still interesting! I mean, how          many people do you know who can do something like THAT?”

     “Yeah, Mom - I promise you’ll have AT LEAST two.” she quipped, grinning. Once her mom started to gather her things, Dawn ran off, going to grab her jacket and a bit of allowance from her room. “Nah, you’re not! You can go out to the car now if you want; I’ll be there in a sec.”

       “Yeah, they’ve been a thing for a while now.” she adds, pleasantly surprised by Faith’s reaction. “I’ll make sure to pass your stamp of approval along.” Dawn quickly pushes the matter of her sister and Spike to the side, though, instead focusing on the symbol held out for her to inspect. The knowledge that it was found on someone so close to her own age makes Dawn a little sick to her stomach, but at least she’s used to the feeling by now. “That seems familiar, but... I can’t quite place it. Guess we’re gonna have to hit the books, then - just like the good old days, huh?”

      “Yeah, well, Xander doesn’t have a neon sign saying ‘kidnap me, I’m the Slayer’s sister!’ hanging over his head at all times!” she bites back. Sure, sometimes Dawn got into normal trouble on her own; but that was just classic teenager stuff. The serious things were rarely supernatural-free. “Did you ever think that maybe YOU’RE the walking disaster magnet, not me? No demons would even care about me if I wasn’t with you!”

      “Who would pick a girlfriend over a sister? That’s dumb.            - --Sure, like I’ve never seen you take any extra money for            yourself when you played the banker before, Anya.”

      “Why not?” she answered through a mouthful of mint frosting-pizza, shrugging halfheartedly. Honestly, that was Dawn’s motivation for a VAST MAJORITY of her odd food concoctions - why not do it? “I thought it could taste good with something, so I got it.”

      “But who am I? I’m not real; I’m an ancient glowy ball of light, not a person!” Not that she had really even wrapped her head around that, but it was what she was, wasn’t she? That was what she’d read herself, what EVERYONE had been keeping from her for who knows how long - everyone but Spike knew. Did that include Tara? “Did - did you know?” she asked, her tone turning practically accusatory, though she still clung to the woman with all she had.

     Smirking and lifting up the remainder of her bags - basically all the lighter ones, she couldn’t help but note - Dawn was quick to follow after the shorter woman. Lingering behind Faith, she grinned at the sight of the Slayer acting - well, just as she remembered her to be, basically. After a few years of spending a majority of her time with stuff old watchers in England, the sight was oddly comforting. Only once they passed a majority of airport crowds did she bother catching up, silently thanking her long legs for being able to keep up with Faith’s quick stride. “So -- do you have a car, or are we being classic New Yorkers and taking the train?”