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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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[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.

[ Of course he can't just let it go. It's not every century you find a girl like Buffy fucking Summers. She's the spoon to his fork. The cheerios to his milk, and more importantly, she's his and his alone. ]

You're just afraid I'm going to turn him into Kentucky fried Neil. [ Oh, the urge is there alright. ] But you're right. Let's go celebrate. We'll do whatever you want. [ Frowns slightly as he brushes a finger across her cheekbone. ] You're hurt.

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Definitely a fear because then they'd haul you off to jail. I kind of like you not locked up. [She dips her head at his touch with a soft smile]

It'll heal. [Now they've just got to get through the crowd which probably isn't as much of a problem as it would be for a girl without a scythe and a boy who can set things on fire]

Go back to the apartment or roast hot dogs on the beach?

I say we head back to the apartment, get you cleaned up and head out to the beach for hot dogs.

Not that I'm not appreciating you dressed in that. [ He whispers with a smirk. And because people are watching and likely ogling Buffy, he takes his jacket off and puts it over her shoulder. ]

[That gets a laugh out of her as she steps close alongside and and angles the scythe so that it helps part the waters. She appreciates the jacket because being ogled in the arena dressed like this is different from being ogled on the street. The second is more invasive somehow. She pulls the lapels of the jacket a little closer as they shoulder their way through the crowd.] A private showing could be arranged. [She teases him, batting her eye lashes and because it's still Buffy, cursed or not, she tilts her chin up, elongating her neck and flashing him neck. She's good at that move. It's not her fault that it's more effective with boyfriends of the undead variety.] A shower, hot dogs and the beach sounds perfect. I'll even wear another bikini. Just less bondage more...bond babe.

You had me at a private showing.

[ And if she's gonna punch him on the shoulder for that, John decides to bring up some valid concerns about what she does for a living. He loves her, see? And the last thing he wants is to lose her. It would be all sorts of fucking tragic. ]

I know you don't like anyone bringing this up, but do you really have to keep doing this gladiator thing? It's dangerous.

Hey, there are perks.

[A pained look crosses her face and she checks a sigh. It's an old concern both from him and Dawn.]

They don't just let their star player walk out without consequences. I won't risk you or Dawn. [She gives a small smile in an attempt to keep the conversation from nose diving into serious. She prefers when it dogpaddles there] You know some other gladiator would be all ego bruised. Lucky for you, at least one of us knows how good I am.

[She bites her bottom lip and looks directly at him.] Besides, I've got lots to win for out there.

They can't force you to keep doing this. I understand you want to protect Dawn, but I can take care of myself. I can protect you. [ Aaaand because he doesn't want to ruin the almost perfect evening, John relents and lets out a shrug. ]

Look, just promise me you'll let me know when you want out.

Let me help you.

[She bites her lip and nods.] I know and I...will. I promise.

[She takes a moment to really think about it.] I don't know what I'd do if I didn't do this. I'm good at it and I'm not so good at other things.

It's worth a try though, right? Cause you never know. [ John releases his hold on her the moment they step outside of the arena and away from the crowd. ]

But hey, whatever you decide, I promise I'll always stand by you. [ He offers her his hand. ]

I know. There's a reason I'm with you, you know. Besides the hot [And that gets a giggle snort out of her] Pun so intended. [She reaches out and takes his hand, squeezing it lightly.]

Well, that's one pun I'm never going to get sick of hearing. [ He squeezes her hand and even does this little romantic gesture of placing a kiss on her knuckles as they walk towards his apartment. ]

Neil hasn't been bothering you, has he? Because if he has... [ Yeah. He can't let it go. ]

[She bites her bottom lip, unable to suppress a smile at the kiss. It's a whole thing with her. Like he's accepting and even embracing the whole violence thing when he kisses her knuckles, still bruised from wailing on a monster in the arena. There's a quick recovery when he mentions Neil and she shakes her head immediately because he hasn't been bothering her...exactly. There have been flowers and notes but...] He's harmless. It's just a crush. He's head over heels for the girl in the arena. He could care less about me.

[She squeezes back. She understands not letting it go.

[ That had better be the case or Neil is going to be fried. Only, not really. Dude's only a minor threat. Plus, the last thing he wants is for Buffy to give him a lecture. Although, hey, lives ruined, bloodshed - it's stuff of legends. ]

How did I get so lucky, huh? [ He smiles. Cue music in the background as he leans in to kiss her. It's a magical Disney moment. EPIC. ]

Hey the deities smiled on you. What can I say. [It's said with teasing and it's clear from the way she returns the kiss that she mirrors his sentiment.

Pssssh Disney has nothing on these two OKAY]

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34th Slay [Accidental Video | Action]

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