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whattingawhat) wrote2008-09-22 11:04 pm
whattingawhat) wrote2008-09-22 11:04 pm
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And my scars remind me that the past is real
[Describe your tattoos and/or scars. Talk about how you got them and their significance.]
1. The scar on her neck is the faintest but it’s also the most sensitive. Two ridges of raised flesh, silky smooth to the touch, irregular and obviously a bite mark. Just brushing her fingers across it makes her shiver and when Danny brushes his lips over it, fire shoots down her spine so that her bones feel like they’re going to melt. He doesn’t touch the scar that often.
It’s a reminder, a knot, tying her tightly to Angel in ways that she can’t explain. It’s not the only knot but it’s the only physical one. It’s a talisman of a life saved, his life and of a soul she was willing to die to save. It is the only time in her entire life that she was willing to damn the world and leave her friends behind. It is how far she will go when pushed and how hard she pushes back. It is her first stand and a sign of how she will shatter all the rules. It is proof that once upon a time, soul mates existed and fairytales were real but they never had happy endings.
2. It is so cold, it’s paralyzing and all she can do is look down where the hilt of the sword protrudes from her stomach. Her brain is in panic mode, operating on overload so it takes her a moment to pull the sword out and then she’s falling. She didn’t mean to fall in fact, to this day she hates falling but she can’t get up and really just lying here sounds like as good an option as any. She’s not the only one anymore so what does it matter if she just takes a little nap?
But that bitch won’t get out of her face and she won’t shut up and dammit now she’s going to have to get up.
Wanting never comes easy in Buffyland so she’s up on her feet and she’s fighting again because there’s not enough time for a nap. That’s the problem with apocalypses and maybe if evil took a nap ever now and then, they wouldn’t be as cranky.
The scars are still there, one just above the small of her back, a hair’s breath from her spine. The opposing scar just below her sternum, slicing cleanly through. Most of the time she forgets they are there. The other times she doesn’t care. They’re just scars.
{Tattoos}
1. She has to get used to nights that aren’t filled with blood and ash but she thinks that maybe she could. The days are harder, filled with decisions and being the grown up. Her shoulders are weighted with responsibility now in a way that they never have been but considering she used to carry the world up there by herself, the burden is light. There are girls now and time to be a girl. It’s a novelty still but she’s hoping it might become a habit.
Dragonflies symbolize freedom, change and acceptance of that change. It’s also known to symbolize invincibility. As she lies on her stomach, fingers trailing the wood floor of the tattoo parlor in Paris, she thinks it’s a perfect way to begin her new life.
2. The tattoo on her wrist is all about a beginning but it’s also about an end. It’s about possession and it’s a glimpse into the way she sees love. Love is a mark, it’s a scar, its a sign to the world that can’t be removed or scoured away. It is an expression of her hope that maybe love is a fairytale and when he kisses her, she will wake up.
1. The scar on her neck is the faintest but it’s also the most sensitive. Two ridges of raised flesh, silky smooth to the touch, irregular and obviously a bite mark. Just brushing her fingers across it makes her shiver and when Danny brushes his lips over it, fire shoots down her spine so that her bones feel like they’re going to melt. He doesn’t touch the scar that often.
It’s a reminder, a knot, tying her tightly to Angel in ways that she can’t explain. It’s not the only knot but it’s the only physical one. It’s a talisman of a life saved, his life and of a soul she was willing to die to save. It is the only time in her entire life that she was willing to damn the world and leave her friends behind. It is how far she will go when pushed and how hard she pushes back. It is her first stand and a sign of how she will shatter all the rules. It is proof that once upon a time, soul mates existed and fairytales were real but they never had happy endings.
2. It is so cold, it’s paralyzing and all she can do is look down where the hilt of the sword protrudes from her stomach. Her brain is in panic mode, operating on overload so it takes her a moment to pull the sword out and then she’s falling. She didn’t mean to fall in fact, to this day she hates falling but she can’t get up and really just lying here sounds like as good an option as any. She’s not the only one anymore so what does it matter if she just takes a little nap?
But that bitch won’t get out of her face and she won’t shut up and dammit now she’s going to have to get up.
I want you to get out of my face
Wanting never comes easy in Buffyland so she’s up on her feet and she’s fighting again because there’s not enough time for a nap. That’s the problem with apocalypses and maybe if evil took a nap ever now and then, they wouldn’t be as cranky.
The scars are still there, one just above the small of her back, a hair’s breath from her spine. The opposing scar just below her sternum, slicing cleanly through. Most of the time she forgets they are there. The other times she doesn’t care. They’re just scars.
{Tattoos}
1. She has to get used to nights that aren’t filled with blood and ash but she thinks that maybe she could. The days are harder, filled with decisions and being the grown up. Her shoulders are weighted with responsibility now in a way that they never have been but considering she used to carry the world up there by herself, the burden is light. There are girls now and time to be a girl. It’s a novelty still but she’s hoping it might become a habit.
Dragonflies symbolize freedom, change and acceptance of that change. It’s also known to symbolize invincibility. As she lies on her stomach, fingers trailing the wood floor of the tattoo parlor in Paris, she thinks it’s a perfect way to begin her new life.
2. The tattoo on her wrist is all about a beginning but it’s also about an end. It’s about possession and it’s a glimpse into the way she sees love. Love is a mark, it’s a scar, its a sign to the world that can’t be removed or scoured away. It is an expression of her hope that maybe love is a fairytale and when he kisses her, she will wake up.