[ action, june 2nd ]slayingJune 3 2011, 13:45:32 UTC
[ ...she has that face. you know the face, dawn. the slayer-face. the one where things are a little more dire than they should be and behind those eyes are instinctual little plans that buffy doesn't even realize she's making. consideration upon consideration.
she doesn't wait to be asked in. ] Dawn? We have a bit of a problem. Or -- I have a bit of a problem. I'm kind of hoping that it won't spread to the we. [ because this is about a psycho-bitch goddess and the two of them have no good history surrounding that sort of thing. ]
[ action, june 2nd ]tothelibraryJune 3 2011, 15:51:53 UTC
[ buffy, why do you make that face? that face never ever ends well. dawn's face twists into a frown, the welcoming smile dropping in favor of narrowing her eyes. ] What did you do? [ not so much accusing as ready to help. ]
[written | July 13th]lists_to_portJuly 13 2011, 16:08:17 UTC
Dear Miss Dawn Dawnie:
It has been intimated to me by certain interested parties that you, in fact, require A Talk. Certain Interested Parties seem highly uncomfortable about giving you said Talk, which is why I am at present offering my Talking Services. Now that you are all home and perhaps settled (?) and not speaking French, you may have me at your leisure.
But not in that way.
Your Servant,
Captain Jack Sparrow
[OOC: Takes place the day after This conversation.]
[written | July 13th] ...are you people trying to kill me /dies laughingtothelibraryJuly 13 2011, 18:36:26 UTC
...A Talk? What kind of--
Wait. Did Buffy put you up to this?
...Did Archie put you up to this? Oh my god, he thinks we're moving too slow, doesn't he. I was trying to be respectful, and--
Um. Before I go into that this is a sex talk, right? Because if you just want to ask what to get me for my birthday, we can pretend I didn't say any of that.
yes. /waits for the death rattlelists_to_portJuly 14 2011, 01:21:14 UTC
Dear Dawnie:
This is not about your birthday present but in fact it COULD be if you're not careful. And no one has put me up to it in the slightest. Doing it out of the goodness of my heart, I am.
Right.
Now: this talk I have prepared for you is entitled "That's Not a Tapeworm: Carnal Frolicking and the Genesis of Lots of Babies."
[July 22nd, just after midnight, post-party, action]noprevaricatingJuly 23 2011, 04:04:18 UTC
[Archie had turned the water as hot as it could go the moment he stepped in the shower, as if he could scald the past hour out of his skin. Now, it has run cold, which somehow seems more appropriate. The heat didn't burn the feeling away. Maybe the cold can numb him.
He's not sure what he feels worse about--that he did it or that he enjoyed it.
That's the trouble--it truly had been wonderful, no matter how awkward, just because it was Dawn. Now, the fact that it was Dawn only makes it worse. And it doesn't make sense. He knows this isn't what it's like for other people, and he knows she wanted it as much as he had. He thinks she did.
God, I should be shot.He's been in the shower about forty-five minutes now, and isn't sure how he's going to go back and face Dawn. Part of him wants to go the wrong way down the hall and leave the house, and walk until the barrier stops him, as if that's the only place he can be where either of them will be safe. All of him knows that's foolish, but none of him wants to walk back into his
( ... )
[July 22nd, just after midnight, post-party, action]tothelibraryJuly 23 2011, 04:23:38 UTC
[ the first ten minutes, dawn didn't worry. and at twenty when she heard the shower, she continued not worrying. after thirty, worry started creeping in and by forty, she's starting to feel a little like her stomach is trying to tie itself into knots. at the forty five minute mark she steals one of archie's shirts and heads for the bathroom herself, knocking just loud enough to be heard and then opening the door, parking herself on the closed toilet and trying not to show how freaked out she's starting to get show on her face. ]
[July 22nd, just after midnight, post-party, action]noprevaricatingJuly 23 2011, 04:28:53 UTC
[When the door opens, he desperately hopes for Horatio. Hearing Dawn's voice closes his throat. Admittedly, the dread was worse than the event itself, but he's still quiet, no idea what to say, suddenly fourteen and ashamed of something he did wrong.
[July 22nd, just after midnight, post-party, action]tothelibraryJuly 23 2011, 04:35:00 UTC
[ when no answer comes, dawn pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her chin on them, swallowing hard and biting down on her cheek until she's sure she can talk without the question being 'was it me?' she knows what archie went through. she can't let her own insecurities make this worse, if he's freaking out.
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she doesn't wait to be asked in. ] Dawn? We have a bit of a problem. Or -- I have a bit of a problem. I'm kind of hoping that it won't spread to the we. [ because this is about a psycho-bitch goddess and the two of them have no good history surrounding that sort of thing. ]
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It has been intimated to me by certain interested parties that you, in fact, require A Talk. Certain Interested Parties seem highly uncomfortable about giving you said Talk, which is why I am at present offering my Talking Services. Now that you are all home and perhaps settled (?) and not speaking French, you may have me at your leisure.
But not in that way.
Your Servant,
Captain Jack Sparrow
[OOC: Takes place the day after This conversation.]
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Wait. Did Buffy put you up to this?
...Did Archie put you up to this? Oh my god, he thinks we're moving too slow, doesn't he. I was trying to be respectful, and--
Um. Before I go into that this is a sex talk, right? Because if you just want to ask what to get me for my birthday, we can pretend I didn't say any of that.
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This is not about your birthday present but in fact it COULD be if you're not careful. And no one has put me up to it in the slightest. Doing it out of the goodness of my heart, I am.
Right.
Now: this talk I have prepared for you is entitled "That's Not a Tapeworm: Carnal Frolicking and the Genesis of Lots of Babies."
Love
Jack
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Jack are you insane? You can't just message me about tapeworm babies! Or having them. And I know how to avoid babies already, thanks.
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He's not sure what he feels worse about--that he did it or that he enjoyed it.
That's the trouble--it truly had been wonderful, no matter how awkward, just because it was Dawn. Now, the fact that it was Dawn only makes it worse. And it doesn't make sense. He knows this isn't what it's like for other people, and he knows she wanted it as much as he had. He thinks she did.
God, I should be shot.He's been in the shower about forty-five minutes now, and isn't sure how he's going to go back and face Dawn. Part of him wants to go the wrong way down the hall and leave the house, and walk until the barrier stops him, as if that's the only place he can be where either of them will be safe. All of him knows that's foolish, but none of him wants to walk back into his ( ... )
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Hey.
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Don't open the curtain. Don't look at me naked.]
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...maybe he just has food poisoning. ]
Are you-- is everything okay?
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