Faith's room at the Inn seems carefully constructed to be exactly the opposite of her enviroment at home. The walls are blue, and her bed has Spider-Man sheets (she likes him better than Batman. Batman's a whiner) and a lot of pillows on it ( Read more... )

Faith steps from the bar into the bedroom she and Max share in the palace of Antar, still holding Yrael carefully in her arms.

"Fair warning, if you walk around here as a cat, you'll be fussed over a lot. We don't have cats around here."

Not that she thinks he'd object to the fussing.

Faith, burdened down with new killy sticks, is walking through the palace, plnning to put them in storage.

Okay, planning to play with them a little and THEN put them in storage.

***

"Hey, you."

"Hi. You look...you're so....you're blue."

"Yeah. I am. All over."

"....really?"

"Uh-huh. All over."

".............................................."

***

"So..."

"Hm?"

" Fella and Ursula"It was either that or the elephant ( Read more... )

Faith is dressed, made up, and primped, her hair arranged in a crown of dark curls and red roses which she's almost sure involved telekinesis to arrange ( Read more... )

There's a while, yet, before the wedding ( Read more... )

Vampire Slayer ( Read more... )

Faith hasn't slept, not for days, not since Max's head started hurting ( Read more... )

The subject of dropping Niska into a Hellmouth keeps arising, but there's a small problem - Faith has no idea where there's a Hellmouth to be had in her world, just now ( Read more... )

Putting the Scythe back in Buffy's room was harder than she expected ( Read more... )