After tossing and turning for an hour straight, in hopes of finding a comfortable position, Buffy finally fell asleep, curled up next to Wesley. The days events weighed heavily on her mind as she slipped into slumber, and she dreamed of Willow this time - dressed in all black, destroying what looked like the Magic Box. It was a nightmare she wanted to get out of because she knew Willow wouldn't do anything like that
( ... )
Wesley didn't sleep well that night - he was too concerned about Buffy and found himself simply resting with his eyes closed. He didn't want to fall asleep in case she needed him due to her injuries or because of what had happened. After all, he had promised her that he'd be there for her, no matter when, where or how
( ... )
Xander had taken to pacing in front of the apartment door. In his mind, pacing was going to magically make them answer the door a little faster. Oh, magic! Maybe he was barking up the wrong tree here. Will and Tara could do some of their mojo and make him less glowy and more penis-having. Why he didn't think of that in the first place
( ... )
Buffy quickly stepped back as Xander started to rant about being glowy and his penis falling off. "What?" she asked as her eyebrows rose. "Xander! I don't want to hear about your penis." She was glad Wes wasn't obsessed with his penis like most guys where. Even though he was pretty good at using it
( ... )
Comments 9
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment