#withconscience

                       If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?

Send "You're back!" and tackle the tiny gay

The journalist could’ve sworn that she always took a right at that hallway, because in some of the buildings, taking a wrong turn was worse than dealing with the Grand Staircase in Hogwarts. ...Or so she imagined. 

So, she had a completely legitimate excuse for returning hours later than she promised her roommate (did that fit with Faith?). However, no sooner had she opened the door than a blur flashed into her line of vision, and suddenly the wind was knocked out of her in surprise and balance unsteady for all of two seconds before her brain caught up with what happened. 

     So you’ve met Faith,  Once.  Exactly once, if you’re counting.  Once in spirit and once in body and neither at the same time.  Also the same time you first met Buffy.  Both times.  Once in body and once in spirit.

     The cleavagey slut bomb psychopathic superbitch.

     Five by five.  (Five what by five what?)      That was the cliffnotes version.  You’ve found that as much as you enjoyed being brought up to speed, cliffnotes left a lot of things out.  Two sides of everything, right?  And as much as Faith as Buffy had seemed kind of mean, you think if you ended up in the skin of someone you hated and you could control their life, wouldn’t you want to hurt it as much as you could?

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