( lately, it's become her favorite word. exhausted, a little. endeared, still. with giles back it's easier to see things clearly, not painted by all the doubt of having him dead and gone. so she means it when she says, )
my feelings aren't going to change. not about you. you think we'll ever get to have a normal coupley experience that isn't blood orgies and murder games? take me back to the carnival
[resignation; easier said than done. easier to say he'll accept being forgiven than fighting her to understand if he truly took giles' life, castiel's, or anyone else's, she'll never look at him the same.]
the carnival was fun. i remember the taste of your cheek, the glitter on your skin and the way you looked at me. you were happy
( august is like this, she finds βΒ he has a way of making you feel like the center of the world. like everything is on an incline, tilting, turning its face to you. he makes her feel wonderful, which is only counter to how miserable she feels in response, casting her vote in his direction. what kind of a girlfriend is she?
one that wants the truth, maybe. one who's never going to have a normal boyfriend β and doesn't really want one, besides. still. the moments are important, like the carnival, when they can pretend for at least a little while, that they don't know what each other's blood tastes like. )
[he remembers everything. her bubblegum pink lipgloss, the neon sign shining down on her, her wide doe-eyes full of happy mischief. she was in the spirit, would argue it was necessary to be the cheerleader that had to add a post-it note to a carnival game. she was someone else trying to be someone else, allowed to let go of the slayer title for a few hours of fun.]
buffy summers, i'll always take you on a date when there's time.
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whatever happens, i'll understand if your feelings change.
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do what has to be done. i won't blame you
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( lately, it's become her favorite word. exhausted, a little. endeared, still. with giles back it's easier to see things clearly, not painted by all the doubt of having him dead and gone. so she means it when she says, )
my feelings aren't going to change. not about you.
you think we'll ever get to have a normal coupley experience that isn't
blood orgies and murder games?
take me back to the carnival
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[resignation; easier said than done. easier to say he'll accept being forgiven than fighting her to understand if he truly took giles' life, castiel's, or anyone else's, she'll never look at him the same.]
the carnival was fun.
i remember the taste of your cheek, the glitter on your skin and the way you looked at me.
you were happy
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( august is like this, she finds βΒ he has a way of making you feel like the center of the world. like everything is on an incline, tilting, turning its face to you. he makes her feel wonderful, which is only counter to how miserable she feels in response, casting her vote in his direction. what kind of a girlfriend is she?
one that wants the truth, maybe. one who's never going to have a normal boyfriend β and doesn't really want one, besides. still. the moments are important, like the carnival, when they can pretend for at least a little while, that they don't know what each other's blood tastes like. )
will you take me on a date? when there's time
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[he remembers everything. her bubblegum pink lipgloss, the neon sign shining down on her, her wide doe-eyes full of happy mischief. she was in the spirit, would argue it was necessary to be the cheerleader that had to add a post-it note to a carnival game. she was someone else trying to be someone else, allowed to let go of the slayer title for a few hours of fun.]
buffy summers, i'll always take you on a date when there's time.