I dunno what to do. We’ve got Buffy back and that should be good, because it’s Buffy, and she’s back, and what wouldn’t be good about that? But she hasn’t smiled yet, or said thank you or anything, and it’s been days and I know it takes time to recover from a hell dimension, because Buffy told me all about Angel having the crazies and I’m babbling ( Read more... )

So this is what being alive feels like. God, I’d forgotten. To breathe. To feel. To have to wonder what the fuck your friends were thinking when they brought you back from the dead. Or if they were even thinking at all ( Read more... )

He didn't lose his soul.

How could he not lose his soul after everything we did? Over and over and... over. I gave him at least three reasons to return to me, and his gasps of pleasure certainly backed them up. And he had the gall to call it perfect despair.

My boy still hasn't learned out to lie. I've known him for two hundred years - if ( Read more... )

I woke up to the sound of Emily screaming from the top bunk.

Stop screaming, dumbass. It just makes them hurt you more. I thought, but didn't dare say it outloud ( Read more... )

God there were times that I really missed Pylea, like on days like today when I was cleaning the floors of the Hyperion after another client decided to explode all over our nice waxed floors. Ok, that sounded mean, maybe I am just a little jaded lately. I mean things have not been the same since we got back and realized Buffy was dead. I mean ( Read more... )

In which moment do you know your life has turned out to be weird? When exactly are that moment when you sit down and this ‘shit, this is so off!’? For me? It’s about the time when I found out my sister was a vampire slayer. Oh, yeah, and the fact that vampires are real. And so is demon. And magic is much more than bad horror movies. And then you ( Read more... )

I’ve never felt this way before - there’s calm, and rest, and no pressing need to stop resting just because some semibad’s got it in his head that destroying the world is some fresh, new, and utterly wonderful idea. Time’s got no meaning and as often as I stop to contemplate that, I realize that it’s been eons since the thought last crossed my mind ( Read more... )