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34th Slay [Accidental Video | Action]

[The video opens with static then stablizes and shows Buffy dressed like this ~~swap out trident for scythe~~. There's a smear of blood across her collarbone, claw marks decorate her shoulder, her lip is busted and there's a bruise blooming on her cheekbone. She's the one standing and the monster, several sizes bigger than her, is lying in pieces scattered across the arena floor. The sound of the audience chanting overwhelms any other sound.]

[ooc:Let the bodices hit the floor curse. It's a cheesy historical romance gladiator era.]

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[ Curse. John is so fucking cursed.

His smile breaks out as he pushes past the crowd in order to get to Buffy. She's just slain the biggest, baddest monster in the history of well, biggest, baddest monsters he'd ever seen, and his heart is just bursting with so much pride and joy at her victory that he can barely stand it.

What is this feeling? ]

[The crowd keeps a respectable bubble of space around Buffy and occasional, casual sweeps of her scythe encourage it. She's trying to crane her neck to catch sight of John. He'll be there, if something hasn't happened to him. The problem with being short is that she can't see over all these people.

The butterflies in her stomach are quickly turning into bats and her throat is going dry. It's part fear, part anticipation and part...something else]

[ He sidesteps a couple of fellas and appears in front of Buffy with a flower in his hand; a single rose he'd only just plucked out of some random person's bouquet. Deal with it. ]

A beautiful flower for a beautiful, kickass lady. [ He smirks, bows down a little, and offers her the rose. ]

[That smile is one of relief and then surprise and then entirely something else; something softer than one would expect a woman who'd just killed to wear. She takes the rose with her free hand, moves the scythe to the side and steps forward, the hand holding the rose going to John's shoulder. She bows her head, bringing them that much closer.

The crowd falls quiet, waiting for the next installment of the show. It's the silence that makes her notice them. She looks back up at him, mischief in her smile and her eyes.]

I think they're waiting for something.

[And then without waiting for him to make a move--she is a gladiator after all--she closes the space between them, her lips against his in a kiss.]

[Cue a glare from the crowd-- a glare as dark as the fires of a torrid soul burning black through the deep windows of two starless organs of sight. Neil feels the distance between his own humble self and the daring keeper of his heart, in reality only a few short stretches, expand to many weary miles. If ever a soul has been so tortured, let its accounts be burned in interest in the goodness and jollity of all the world.]

[ Nothing quite so exciting as this. The crowd, the girl, the gold bikini. The kiss. John lifts Buffy up into his arms with a grin.

Ah. True love amidst war. There's nothing else like it. ]

Hey, Neil! [ John lets out a smirk from where he's standing. ] How's it going over there?

[It makes the heart beat faster and the stomach go all aflutter. Really, the owners of the arena ought to be paying John for the performance as well. Except that it's not just a performance. This time it's real. Sometimes Buffy thinks it's the most real thing in her entire life.

Naturally, John being John, he can't let it go that Neil's got a crush--and it is just a crush, Buffy insists to herself. Its nothing like this; nothing like being this alive. She turns her head to catch Neil staring at them both, an intensity in his eyes that concerns her--it's a very intense crush. She gives Neil a sad little smile, as if to apologize. There's a touch of pity in it. Its not as if she can help who she's fallen in love with, right?]

To the victor goes the spoils, or something like that. Come on, Spoils, just let him be.

pyromatique.livejournal.com - 2011-06-03 14:31 (UTC) - Expand

ACTION ] :D Danke! She's so cute before she gets her heart broke

whattingawhat.livejournal.com - 2011-06-03 15:07 (UTC) - Expand

What? Is it Halloween already?

Just another day in the arena. Why? Are you safe, Dawn? [Because of course she's worried about the nobility taking whatever axe they've got to grind with her out on Dawn]

I'm... getting coffee. That's pretty safe. [She pauses, still taking in that outfit.] You don't look very safe though which is so a double standard, you know.

Big sister prerogative.[Not to mention slayer.]

I think you have the word prerogative confused with the word unfair. Maybe you should come home, Buffy. Something's really off right now.

whattingawhat.livejournal.com - 2011-05-31 01:00 (UTC) - Expand

... nice outfit.

...Thanks. [It's a bit of a squeak with a definite question mark on the end of it. She's not entirely sure she should be thanking someone for a compliment on her...outfit. Especially a stranger]

Knowing you, pretty sure I don't.

Knowing me, really. And just what do you know of me?

And I don't give compliments to just anyone. You should accept it.

...No. I meant that I don't know you. At all.

Right. Thanks. Are you into the gladiator outfit thing?

I could be. I try to never rule things like that out.

Sorry, the gold bikini already has one admirer. [Well two if you count Neil. Buffy favors the ignore and it will go away method of dealing here.]

I'm Buffy. Are you an arena frequenter?

You don't wear it to not be admired.

Unless someone is making you wear it against your will?

Sort of part of the gladiator gig. [Have a nice non answer]

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