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whattingawhat) wrote2009-01-31 02:40 pm
whattingawhat) wrote2009-01-31 02:40 pm
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You can't predict where the outcome lies [You'll never take me alive]
["The most powerful symptom of love is a tenderness which becomes at times almost insupportable." - Victor Hugo]
She’s lying on the couch, her back pressed against him, his arm circled around her shoulders. There’s some movie on TV that neither of them are watching but it fills the silence and occupies all the space where they might say things neither of them want to hear. He hates that she’s going after the scythe. She knows that and a part of her wishes she could change the things she has to do. Even if she could, possessiveness is rooted deep in her bones. She wants the scythe back simply because it’s hers. Of course there’s the fear of what a vampire wants with an object so powerful but she’d be lying if she said that’s the reason she’s going after the weapon.
She dips her head and brushes her lips across his forearm. He’s having issues with the whole dead thing and she gets it. She’s shoved everything he knows to be true out the window and replaced it with the things she knows. His arm tightens around her shoulders and in a few moments she feels his lips brush over her neck, pressing a bit warmer and straying a bit longer over the vampire bite that’s healing. He’s more careful with her right now, realizing for the first time, she does break . She doesn’t mind, for the moment. Because everything still feels so very breakable.
“I’m stronger now,” she says out of the blue.
“Yeah but you gotta get some rest, Sunshine,” Danny responds. She can feel his breath in her hair and she knows his head is bowed over hers.
“Willow thinks it’s a whole doubling and tripling and quadrupling of slayer power. Resurrection, rebirth…new power added to old power. Whatever,” Buffy rambles. She knows he doesn’t want to hear it and she’d rather not talk about it but she also knows that Willow is busy right now finding the scythe and she’s going to have to leave. She wants Danny to be ready for that and right now, he’s just not.
She can almost feel his need for a cigarette, that resolution he broke so soon after he made it but he won’t get up and go out to the balcony because he doesn’t want to leave her side.
“Just stay with me for a little while longer, Sunshine,” he whispers into her hair and she turns against him so that she faces him. She presses her lips against his, her hands smoothing over his shoulders and down his chest to creep under his tanktop. They both need to be reminded she’s alive.
She’s lying on the couch, her back pressed against him, his arm circled around her shoulders. There’s some movie on TV that neither of them are watching but it fills the silence and occupies all the space where they might say things neither of them want to hear. He hates that she’s going after the scythe. She knows that and a part of her wishes she could change the things she has to do. Even if she could, possessiveness is rooted deep in her bones. She wants the scythe back simply because it’s hers. Of course there’s the fear of what a vampire wants with an object so powerful but she’d be lying if she said that’s the reason she’s going after the weapon.
She dips her head and brushes her lips across his forearm. He’s having issues with the whole dead thing and she gets it. She’s shoved everything he knows to be true out the window and replaced it with the things she knows. His arm tightens around her shoulders and in a few moments she feels his lips brush over her neck, pressing a bit warmer and straying a bit longer over the vampire bite that’s healing. He’s more careful with her right now, realizing for the first time, she does break . She doesn’t mind, for the moment. Because everything still feels so very breakable.
“I’m stronger now,” she says out of the blue.
“Yeah but you gotta get some rest, Sunshine,” Danny responds. She can feel his breath in her hair and she knows his head is bowed over hers.
“Willow thinks it’s a whole doubling and tripling and quadrupling of slayer power. Resurrection, rebirth…new power added to old power. Whatever,” Buffy rambles. She knows he doesn’t want to hear it and she’d rather not talk about it but she also knows that Willow is busy right now finding the scythe and she’s going to have to leave. She wants Danny to be ready for that and right now, he’s just not.
She can almost feel his need for a cigarette, that resolution he broke so soon after he made it but he won’t get up and go out to the balcony because he doesn’t want to leave her side.
“Just stay with me for a little while longer, Sunshine,” he whispers into her hair and she turns against him so that she faces him. She presses her lips against his, her hands smoothing over his shoulders and down his chest to creep under his tanktop. They both need to be reminded she’s alive.