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@slaysevil​ gets a season 7 starter with a hint of first evil

Faith was grateful for any time she could catch a break from all the wannabes running around the Summers home. It felt like a mix of Hogwarts and the penitentiary, between all the creatures and spellcasters and ancient relics and food shortages and lack of beds and girls she didn’t quite get along with. Mmm, cozy. Didn’t exactly imagine she’d be leaving behind the bars and exchanging them for another sort of lockup, but Willow had said Buffy needed her, and that was that as far as she was concerned.

Things were hectic, but this was part of the amends she needed to make. The Slayer had to be patient, and accept the fact that Buffy wasn’t going to be holding her hand and reassuring her through the mess. None of the Scoobies were, and frankly, Faith didn’t want or need it. Sure, it would have been nice, a little more solidarity and acknowledgement that she too was part of the legacy and a useful player against whatever apocalypse they were facing down. But Faith was content to wait. Not touch anything unless told to. Doing the opposite of that is what got her in hot water in the first place, right?

She lazily blew some smoke from her cigarette when she heard someone approaching. Faith spun, and saw Buffy. Busy, busy Buffy. This was probably the first time she’d been able to catch her breath all day as well, as the Potentials were now pretending to fall asleep, actually staying wired like this was some sort of quirky sleepover and not a possibly fatal bootcamp.

when faith tans — which she does when the sun ‘ s out ( gun ‘ s out — what ? ) she ‘ s , like , deeply tan , and it stands out real hard on these white sheets. but princess b wants white sheets , and what princess wants princess gets , certainly. ( you ask faith about it , even , and faith ‘ ll say yeah , absolutely , you wanna hear about the time i gave up a playstation for her ? and that is way more serious than anybody realizes. )

( she stretches across buffy to be a pain in the ass -- they ‘ re both naked as a pair of jay birds and faith couldn ‘ t -- could ? -- give a shit less. )

“ in the makin ‘. i am the deliverer of good news. -- sparkly damn good news , yeesh , didn ‘ t think this through on the sheets. “

didn ‘ t. really. she gonna need to wash these ? she still needs to wash these , anyhow. she wraps ‘round the chosen first like b ‘ s the only source of heat she ‘ s ever known. and maybe that ain ‘ t too far from the honest to god , is it ? there ‘ s a happy hum all trapped inside her ribcage like a little bird tryin ‘ to get out. what ‘ s with all the bird metaphors ? tweet , tweet , in love or some shit ? she finds she ‘ s kissing along a shoulder because ah , oops , hey , why shouldn ‘ t she ? leave her alone , they deserve this shit. 

“ somebody say breakfast in bed ? “ 

Faith doesn’t want to be alone with Buffy on an empty stomach. Sure she was able to stop herself when she was nearly a corpse, but she’s not taking any chances. They’ll write it off as another animal attack, or maybe with this second dead body they’ll consider if a killer is on the loose. Neither of those are exactly wrong, are they? It’s something she considers herself once her stomach is full again: The post-meal revelation that she’s become something of a rabid animal who has a double life as a smoking hot teenage girl. The duality speaks something utterly untouchable, but with the new strength and not having to battle with the urges of her more animalistic side, she’s gotten a new sense of clarity about her situation. And if she’s to be honest, it’s just a tad bit overwhelming. 

So she cleans herself up and finally brings herself to the Summers’ house with the intent to tell Buffy everything that happened before, during, and after the fire. Turns out, pushing her best friend away? Not easy when she’s been on her mind since grade four. 

BUFFY ( @slaysevil​ ) asked ‘  did she have anything on under the trench coat? …that’s a weird question. never mind.  ’

@slaysevil​ gets a random thing.

                     There was a time where all he could think about was hanging it up. Stopping hell from actually taking over this world and losing friends, no, family in the process...it was no surprise that the vampire wanted to take a break. And he did or well, he was doing that in the moment. He figured he’d take a little vacation, check in on some things and people then get back to work.

Once upon a time it would have taken him a bit to find her, but seeing as she and Willow went and activated every would be slayer, it was easy now. Somewhat. She was a very busy woman after all and though he didn’t want to step on toes or distract her, he had to check to see if the cookies were done. With a few phone calls and promises that he wasn’t grrr anymore ( if he was, he was sure they would have been the first to know ) and that he would actually talk to Buffy, he was making a short trip.

Keeping to his word, but wanting to keep it a surprise ( somewhat, he knew she would sense him ) Angel waited until she was out on patrol. He kept to the shadows and watched as she worked, smiling as he did so. It reminded him the first time he saw her, how scared and unsure she had been. But now? After everything she’d been through and surviving through it, he was proud to see what kind of woman and slayer she had became. As always it was like watching the perfect piece of art, the artistry of how she moved, dodging and delivering each hit. He had missed watching her action.

[ sms: hope 🐺] → no i'm not mad at you, hope. [ sms: hope 🐺] → i'm FURIOUS. [ sms: hope 🐺] → and don't you dare give me your 'indestructible tribrid' speech, because I'm sick of it! [ sms: hope 🐺] → i WANT to help. [ sms: hope 🐺] → i SHOULD help. [ sms: hope 🐺] → i am THE slayer. i'm not a damsel in distress. and i'm certainly not going to stand back while the supernatural world descends into chaos. [ sms: hope 🐺] → i've stopped an apocalypse before and i sure as hell will do anything to stop one again.