y'all know what this is for....

[fourteen]

Who: EVERYONE
What: SHENANIGANS
When: ANY OLD TIME (between Jan 24 and Jan 30 anyhoot)
Where: EVERYWHERE
Summary: Everyone becomes that which they love, covet, adore, or otherwise desire, and it ends exceptionally well for every single person involved. Hooray!
Rating: Who even knows. Anywhere from G to R, I would suppose.

No cut for this -- this is a MASS INTERACTION POST for the You Are What You Love event! For those of you who don't want to have to post up actual entries in your characters' journals (though you are of course still free to do that), this is the place to be all week if you just want to toss out random shenanigans! (Or more serious shenanigans. Or whatever brand of shenanigans you prefer, really.) There's no real need to state your date/location in the subject line of your tag, but you may feel free to do so!

Please threadjack like bosses, and above all, have fun! ♥

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[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Annie, you can do any French things to me you like. I will put up no resistance. None. Zero. Zero resistance.

[herotypical]

[ oh. that was a streak of less than gentle brushing. consider it retribution.

but then the brush is aside and she dragging blonde hair backwards, finger-combing it into something braidable. ]

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

[There is a bitten-back "OUCH" and then the pirate relaxes again under her fingers.] Annie, I've noticed something: since I became you, I am weak and clumsy. But also decidedly not mad.

[herotypical]

[ at this, she pauses -- hair held apart in her fingers. she leans forward. ] ...Seriously?

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Every inch of me. Which, as you know, there are decidedly few inches, but yes: not mad.

[herotypical]

[ the braid goes slack in her fingers. no. start it again. it was off centre anyway. ]

Why? I mean -- you didn't get my brain. Or you'd not be, y'know, you.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

I dunno. It just feels more like before. [And by "before," he means before he became a pirate, before betraying Beckett, when he was a rising star and everything was right with the world.]

[herotypical]

And that's...what? Good or bad? Because I'm hunching on good -- but you know what they say about assuming things.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Aye, it's good. Freer, like. Better.

[herotypical]

[ another private smile. ] Then there's an upside. That's a plus.

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Oh, there's many upsides. Your fabulously beautiful body, of course, being the upsidest.

[herotypical]

[ how do you get truly upset with a compliment? she tugs a little as she braids. a gentle reminder to cut the talk like that but no truly terrifying display of displeasure. which means she also must bite down on her smug smile. it wouldn't do to encourage him. ]

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

[Jack leaves off the sweet talking and begins humming softly instead. A habit of his when he is pleased with something.]

[herotypical]

[ she adds more hair to the braid, working carefully. listening to the humming. she likes french braids. they're cute.

wordlessness. when these two manage it, they're good at it. ]

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

[Jack pipes up softly with a couple of lines from the song, which, apparently, is about mermaids:]

"This sweet mermaid as warned us of our doom! We shall sink to the bottom of the sea!"

[And then subsides back into humming, fingers plucking at the hem on the cuff of the jeans.]

I love denim.

[herotypical]

It's...comfy. And workable and sturdy and good to move around in. And looks awesome with the right jacket.

[ thought the initial motive for the french braid was easier upkeep for jack, buffy has slowed down to put a more ornate twist on it. it's not often she gets such open access to styling her own hair with such ease. it's so tough, in a mirror. ]

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

[Jack quiets again and lets her, running his fingers along the inside of his arm, just up to the elbow, then back to the wrist. He has decided that though Buffy might have bad taste in men, he has very good taste in women indeed.]

[herotypical]

[ she reaches across the bed to where a little basket of hair clips sit. she grabs a handful. there are stray wisps to be bobby pinned. she watches from over the shoulder, but doesn't comment. ]

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

[The pirate switches, touching the other arm this time, then just lingering on the wrist. An old habit.]

[herotypical]

It's weird for it to be missing, right?

[ because she remembers what should be there. ]

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

It becomes a part of a man, after a while.

[herotypical]

[ she isn't sure how to respond to that. could she view her few scars in that same light? the fang marks were too complicated and what the malnosso left her with...well, after seeing it on jack she'd rather not think about it.

so she gently arranges the last bobby pin. ] Done. Want to see?

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

Aye. Buffy? [Jack gets to his feet, patting lightly at the newly-arranged hair.]

[herotypical]

Hmm?

[ she holds up a small hand mirror to show off her handiwork. ]

[pirate-buffy.livejournal.com]

[Jack takes it and uses it in conjunction with the vanity mirror to get the full effect.] You'd do wonders on a ropewalk. But Buffy: you're not going to think of me all different-like after this, are you?