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whattingawhat) wrote2008-06-24 01:15 pm
whattingawhat) wrote2008-06-24 01:15 pm
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History books forgot about us [And the bible didn't mention us at all]
[Half of writing history is hiding the truth.]
“Okay, so red flags mean rip it out, no questions ask then burn it. Blue means it’s to your discretion but keep in mind that people are going to read these,” Buffy says as she gestures to a pile of journals, their pages winged with a variety of colored markers.
Willow looked up from one of the journals, watching Buffy. “Right. Red means out, blue means it’s a judgment page but what’s purple?”
Buffy smiles brilliantly at Willow. “Purple is a great page. Purple is a page that should stay marked and that should be like…put in some kind of compendium…is that what they call them? You know the…compliation! It should be put in some kind of compiliation. You know all the best days of a slayer’s life? Something you read like bedtime stories when you’re having a green day.”
“Ooooh green eyed monster day?” Willow asks, eyebrows arching.
Buffy shrugs, her attention on the journal she’s flagging. “Sometimes. In general just bad day.”
Willows nods, sober for a moment as she skims over one of the entries. “Prom. Oz. And pretty dresses. Only not Oz in pretty dresses because…you know. Oz in pretty tuxes.” She looks up at Buffy and bites her lip. “And also hellhounds…and Angel…missage?”
Buffy shakes her head. “Nah, it was a good night for the most part. The hellhounds were incidental. The Angel missage was on hold and I got a shiny new toy.”
“Your umbrella!” Willow exclaims, her face lighting up.
“Yup. It’s in the bedroom on the dresser,” Buffy nods curtly. “See good memories.” She reaches over and puts a purple flag on the page. “We’ll just change the part about Angel leaving and save that for Graduation.”
Willow’s eyes grew wide. “But that’s like…rewriting history.”
Buffy shrugs in response. “To quote Malcolm Reynolds, half of history is hiding the truth.”
“Okay, so red flags mean rip it out, no questions ask then burn it. Blue means it’s to your discretion but keep in mind that people are going to read these,” Buffy says as she gestures to a pile of journals, their pages winged with a variety of colored markers.
Willow looked up from one of the journals, watching Buffy. “Right. Red means out, blue means it’s a judgment page but what’s purple?”
Buffy smiles brilliantly at Willow. “Purple is a great page. Purple is a page that should stay marked and that should be like…put in some kind of compendium…is that what they call them? You know the…compliation! It should be put in some kind of compiliation. You know all the best days of a slayer’s life? Something you read like bedtime stories when you’re having a green day.”
“Ooooh green eyed monster day?” Willow asks, eyebrows arching.
Buffy shrugs, her attention on the journal she’s flagging. “Sometimes. In general just bad day.”
Willows nods, sober for a moment as she skims over one of the entries. “Prom. Oz. And pretty dresses. Only not Oz in pretty dresses because…you know. Oz in pretty tuxes.” She looks up at Buffy and bites her lip. “And also hellhounds…and Angel…missage?”
Buffy shakes her head. “Nah, it was a good night for the most part. The hellhounds were incidental. The Angel missage was on hold and I got a shiny new toy.”
“Your umbrella!” Willow exclaims, her face lighting up.
“Yup. It’s in the bedroom on the dresser,” Buffy nods curtly. “See good memories.” She reaches over and puts a purple flag on the page. “We’ll just change the part about Angel leaving and save that for Graduation.”
Willow’s eyes grew wide. “But that’s like…rewriting history.”
Buffy shrugs in response. “To quote Malcolm Reynolds, half of history is hiding the truth.”