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buffy_is_chosen in _wickedgame_

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Apr 13, 2005 13:51

Ah, Rome. The sights, the sounds, the smells. The street markets, the shops. I loved everything about this city, especially the shops. Even if I couldn't speak much Italian at all. I could at least point to the object I wanted and smile, and the vendors would give me the item I wanted. Well, not give... I still had to learn the currency value ( Read more... )

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got_the_spark April 21 2005, 17:11:08 UTC

Just as I was about to turn around and give up on trying to have a look at her I smelled her scent, it was fresh too. I glanced around the corner to see the familiar blond standing there. It was her alright, still looked the same to me. Now of course I could just come right out in the open and be my usual self saying something like ‘hello slayer’ or ‘well now what do we have here, bet you weren’t expecting to see me again’ but I just couldn’t. I froze up standing there, this would be harder then I thought. Don’t even know if I’m going to do anything yet, may just have a peek at her and leave. She doesn’t need to know that I’m here, she doesn’t even need to know that I’m alive again. Well, not alive but you get the picture ( ... )

buffy_is_chosen May 17 2005, 02:29:31 UTC

I stood at the entrance, but hesitated before actually crossing the threshold and stepping inside. I wasn't sure exactly why I did that, only it seemed to happen more and more often. It seemed that every time I stepped through that door, that I entered the place where I lived with The Immortal, I lost a little bit of myself. I can't really explain it other than I was trying to remember what Willow and Tara's cat was called and for the life of me, I couldn't. Little details, not the major ones, but little things that were still important to me were slipping through my grasp. Maybe it wasn't a big deal to anyone else, but the memories were all that I had left.

I left the door and crossed the courtyard. There was a concrete bench in the corner, half-hidden by some type of flowering tree. I liked to sit there; it was my refuge away from The Immortal things, my place to get away and just think for myself. I could sit on the bench for hours and just enjoy the peace and quiet... well, okay, not really hours because after awhile, I' ( ... )