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6/8/08 11:07You Are Phish Food Ice Cream |
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Personally I'm not sure what's wrong with being gooey and fudgey.
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6/8/08
Personally I'm not sure what's wrong with being gooey and fudgey.
[you’re so sure you can save // every hair on my chest
(Tori Amos – ‘iieee’)]
Louie from CSI Ny used with permission from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stillacrime
“So today, so chaos making,” Buffy says as she walks in the room and sets her bag down on the bedside table. “I think the heat wave is making every one crazy, including my boys. I had to get in the middle of two fights today. One of them looks like they’re going to have a black eye. I’ve got unhappy parents and really I’m not that good at public relations.”
The man lying on the bed didn’t answer but then he never did. It wasn’t as if Buffy needed feedback in order to talk. She set the yellow tulips she’d brought on the nightstand and started ‘arranging’ them. She wasn’t doing much besides moving the flowers around in the vase.
“Danny is good. I think he told you last time he was here that your Uncle got off on the murders. They found evidence that let him off the hook. Danny is uber relieved and I’m glad to have him happier and less depressed-y. I think your Mom is really happy about it too. She’s doing really well. She’s trying to get me to go to her hair dresser. I’m not sure the whole big hair thing is really my style but she’s so sweet, it’s hard to tell her no. I told Danny if I come home with a Marge Simpson hair do, it’s his Mom’s fault. Personally I think a beehive might be awesome on me,” Buffy continues to ramble as she arranges the flowers. She’s finally got them the way she wants them so she tugs a chair closer to the bed and sits down, taking Louie’s hand in hers. She squeezed his fingers even though he never made any move to squeeze hers back. In fact, when she’d met Louie he was in a coma.
“So how you doing? You look pretty good…you know for a coma guy. I bet you’d be hot if you were non-coma guy. In general, I’ve found that a coma reduces a person’s hot factor by like…a lot,” she says as she looks down at their joined hands. “The nurses say you’re about the same. I think they just want to keep you here for themselves.” She reaches over and moves a strand of Louie’s hair off his forehead. She bends double over herself, her forehead resting on Louie’s hand.
“You know, right now, I might just crawl up there in the bed with you and lay down. Things are…hard right now. Not between me and Danny. He’s great, we’re great. It’s…my job and I’ve got this deadline. If I don’t meet it, things are going to get a lot worse. For everyone. “
She breathes out, air exhaling against Louie’s skin as she turns her cheek and lays it flat against the back of his hand. Seeing Louie is always hard because Buffy knows how much Danny wants him to wake up. She wishes she could give Louie her strength, her spirit, her heart and her healing. She doesn’t know that it would help him wake up but she knows that Faith was beaten within an inch of her life. She knows that there was damage the doctors didn’t think her body would ever repair to her brain and to her body. She also knows that Faith woke up and she thinks maybe Louie would too but Louie’s not a power sucker or a witch the way Willow is. He can’t take anything from her even though she wishes he could. Sometimes though, seeing Louie is peaceful, it’s a place she can relax and since Louie is in a coma, she doesn’t have to be anything.
After several long minutes she sits up then slowly stands and leans over to press a kiss to Louie’s forehead. “I should go. Danny’s probably home and I need to pick up some take out. I’ll come back next week.”
Because at first it was about going to see Louie for Danny and then it was going to see Louie for Louie’s sake but now, it’s going to see Louie because she wants to.
(Tori Amos – ‘iieee’)]
Louie from CSI Ny used with permission from
stillacrime“So today, so chaos making,” Buffy says as she walks in the room and sets her bag down on the bedside table. “I think the heat wave is making every one crazy, including my boys. I had to get in the middle of two fights today. One of them looks like they’re going to have a black eye. I’ve got unhappy parents and really I’m not that good at public relations.”
The man lying on the bed didn’t answer but then he never did. It wasn’t as if Buffy needed feedback in order to talk. She set the yellow tulips she’d brought on the nightstand and started ‘arranging’ them. She wasn’t doing much besides moving the flowers around in the vase.
“Danny is good. I think he told you last time he was here that your Uncle got off on the murders. They found evidence that let him off the hook. Danny is uber relieved and I’m glad to have him happier and less depressed-y. I think your Mom is really happy about it too. She’s doing really well. She’s trying to get me to go to her hair dresser. I’m not sure the whole big hair thing is really my style but she’s so sweet, it’s hard to tell her no. I told Danny if I come home with a Marge Simpson hair do, it’s his Mom’s fault. Personally I think a beehive might be awesome on me,” Buffy continues to ramble as she arranges the flowers. She’s finally got them the way she wants them so she tugs a chair closer to the bed and sits down, taking Louie’s hand in hers. She squeezed his fingers even though he never made any move to squeeze hers back. In fact, when she’d met Louie he was in a coma.
“So how you doing? You look pretty good…you know for a coma guy. I bet you’d be hot if you were non-coma guy. In general, I’ve found that a coma reduces a person’s hot factor by like…a lot,” she says as she looks down at their joined hands. “The nurses say you’re about the same. I think they just want to keep you here for themselves.” She reaches over and moves a strand of Louie’s hair off his forehead. She bends double over herself, her forehead resting on Louie’s hand.
“You know, right now, I might just crawl up there in the bed with you and lay down. Things are…hard right now. Not between me and Danny. He’s great, we’re great. It’s…my job and I’ve got this deadline. If I don’t meet it, things are going to get a lot worse. For everyone. “
She breathes out, air exhaling against Louie’s skin as she turns her cheek and lays it flat against the back of his hand. Seeing Louie is always hard because Buffy knows how much Danny wants him to wake up. She wishes she could give Louie her strength, her spirit, her heart and her healing. She doesn’t know that it would help him wake up but she knows that Faith was beaten within an inch of her life. She knows that there was damage the doctors didn’t think her body would ever repair to her brain and to her body. She also knows that Faith woke up and she thinks maybe Louie would too but Louie’s not a power sucker or a witch the way Willow is. He can’t take anything from her even though she wishes he could. Sometimes though, seeing Louie is peaceful, it’s a place she can relax and since Louie is in a coma, she doesn’t have to be anything.
After several long minutes she sits up then slowly stands and leans over to press a kiss to Louie’s forehead. “I should go. Danny’s probably home and I need to pick up some take out. I’ll come back next week.”
Because at first it was about going to see Louie for Danny and then it was going to see Louie for Louie’s sake but now, it’s going to see Louie because she wants to.
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[Leadership]
She’s sitting out on the balcony, one knee drawn to her chest. Her toes are digging into the concrete and it’s hot, retaining the heat from the day before. Her chin rests on top of her knee and she’s listening to the sound of her own breathing, measuring it out a little at a time. She tries to slow her heartbeat not because it’s rapid but because it gives her something to focus on. The world is falling apart, or at least New York City. There’s a heat wave, earthquakes and now a rain of blood. She can still smell the metallic in the air and it makes her nose wrinkle.
She can feel him, the weight of his presence standing in the door way but she keeps her eyes closed, heartbeat slowing and breathing measured. She waits for him to come to her because she’s never certain how far to push. After several minutes he settles behind her, one arm wrapping around her shoulders and pulling her back against his body. Sweat clings to him just as it clings to her skin and she exhales, her lips brushing his arm. She can taste salt on her lips.
“Sunshine, you oughta eat somethin’ tonight.”
Buffy shakes her head, pushing the words past her lips. “Not tonight. Later. I promise.”
Later after the battle was over. Later after everyone was alright. Later after casualties had been cataloged. Later when she could think and breathe and the weight of leadership didn’t crush her. Later could be days away and she knows that but Danny doesn’t. Not yet.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. Although the reason why she’s apologizing is more than a little unclear.
“Got nothin’ to apologize for, Summers.” He presses a kiss to the back of Buffy’s neck, exposed by her hair knotted up off her skin.
She tilts her head slightly and leans back against him. Her shoulders are stooped just a bit. She breathes out against his arm again and presses a kiss there. She scrapes her teeth against his skin, not a bite or a nip, just her teeth against his skin. She sits that way for a moment without any pressure on his arm but she can taste the sweat on his skin and the heat of it and somehow it comforts her. She raises her head a moment and turns it so that her cheek is lying on his arm.
“Tomorrow they’re all going to be looking at me like I’m some sort of infallible hero. They need me to be that girl and I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if I can watch any more of my girls die and I don’t know if I can lead them into a battle like the one we’re facing.”
“I don’t know anything about what you’re gonna be against tomorrow or whenever, but I do know you. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met, Sunshine. Physical strength and the fact that you can kick my ass. That aside, you can still do anything you want to do. Can do everything you need to do and more. You’re gonna be whatever it is you need to be when the time’s here and then you’ll come home to me and you can be whatever ever you wanna be here too. You got that? I love you, Summers.”
She’s sitting out on the balcony, one knee drawn to her chest. Her toes are digging into the concrete and it’s hot, retaining the heat from the day before. Her chin rests on top of her knee and she’s listening to the sound of her own breathing, measuring it out a little at a time. She tries to slow her heartbeat not because it’s rapid but because it gives her something to focus on. The world is falling apart, or at least New York City. There’s a heat wave, earthquakes and now a rain of blood. She can still smell the metallic in the air and it makes her nose wrinkle.
She can feel him, the weight of his presence standing in the door way but she keeps her eyes closed, heartbeat slowing and breathing measured. She waits for him to come to her because she’s never certain how far to push. After several minutes he settles behind her, one arm wrapping around her shoulders and pulling her back against his body. Sweat clings to him just as it clings to her skin and she exhales, her lips brushing his arm. She can taste salt on her lips.
“Sunshine, you oughta eat somethin’ tonight.”
Buffy shakes her head, pushing the words past her lips. “Not tonight. Later. I promise.”
Later after the battle was over. Later after everyone was alright. Later after casualties had been cataloged. Later when she could think and breathe and the weight of leadership didn’t crush her. Later could be days away and she knows that but Danny doesn’t. Not yet.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. Although the reason why she’s apologizing is more than a little unclear.
“Got nothin’ to apologize for, Summers.” He presses a kiss to the back of Buffy’s neck, exposed by her hair knotted up off her skin.
She tilts her head slightly and leans back against him. Her shoulders are stooped just a bit. She breathes out against his arm again and presses a kiss there. She scrapes her teeth against his skin, not a bite or a nip, just her teeth against his skin. She sits that way for a moment without any pressure on his arm but she can taste the sweat on his skin and the heat of it and somehow it comforts her. She raises her head a moment and turns it so that her cheek is lying on his arm.
“Tomorrow they’re all going to be looking at me like I’m some sort of infallible hero. They need me to be that girl and I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if I can watch any more of my girls die and I don’t know if I can lead them into a battle like the one we’re facing.”
“I don’t know anything about what you’re gonna be against tomorrow or whenever, but I do know you. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met, Sunshine. Physical strength and the fact that you can kick my ass. That aside, you can still do anything you want to do. Can do everything you need to do and more. You’re gonna be whatever it is you need to be when the time’s here and then you’ll come home to me and you can be whatever ever you wanna be here too. You got that? I love you, Summers.”
[Temptation]
ooc:co-written withstillacrime and still_brooding
The smell was overwhelming. He was drowning in it and he couldn't get away from it. He could hear their heartbeats separated from him by a wall and Angelus taunted him with images of the things he'd do, the things he wanted to do. They crawled and scratched inside his mind, wearing at his willpower like physical friction. Every second it was abraded more. He didn't bother with the elevator or the stairs, merely jumped out the window and started running. When the whole world smelled like a feast just waiting for him to glut himself upon it, there was only one safe place. He couldn't get away from it because it trickled down the sidewalks and flowed through the gutters. It dripped down into tunnels and secrets places not populated by humans. By the time he reached Buffy's apartment he was covered in blood and he'd given up the struggle against his vamp face a long time ago. He was still fighting the demon but he had to pick his battles and that one he was willing to let go. His pounding on the door was frantic and probably too hard.
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stillacrime and still_broodingThe smell was overwhelming. He was drowning in it and he couldn't get away from it. He could hear their heartbeats separated from him by a wall and Angelus taunted him with images of the things he'd do, the things he wanted to do. They crawled and scratched inside his mind, wearing at his willpower like physical friction. Every second it was abraded more. He didn't bother with the elevator or the stairs, merely jumped out the window and started running. When the whole world smelled like a feast just waiting for him to glut himself upon it, there was only one safe place. He couldn't get away from it because it trickled down the sidewalks and flowed through the gutters. It dripped down into tunnels and secrets places not populated by humans. By the time he reached Buffy's apartment he was covered in blood and he'd given up the struggle against his vamp face a long time ago. He was still fighting the demon but he had to pick his battles and that one he was willing to let go. His pounding on the door was frantic and probably too hard.
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