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we have found our solace here in this unexpected place
Who:
slaying &
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What: there is a tradition that needs to be upheld on the eves of horrors.
When: sunday night.
Where: good spirits, at first. then elsewhere.
Summary: debriefing and de-traumaing and all kinds of good stuff.
Rating: danger danger high voltage -- things get r-ratedish. fair warning!
Back on Friday, Buffy had scribbled a tense little note to Captain Jack Sparrow:
After returning to the village, Buffy had wanted nothing more than to find the pirate and curl up next to him. But the fight with Derek had been harder than she would care to admit and she wanted to scrub as much of that from herself before rejoining the rest of Luceti. She had Giles to look after and she had her own mind to tend to and she spent hours focusing on those meditation crystals -- begging for peace. Peace was so far away.
But on Sunday, Buffy took a long long bath. She put loose, fashionable curls in her hair and she took the luxury of all the time in the world to dip into her make-up drawer and line her eyes and mascara her lashes and pick a natural, light lip gloss. The aim was to look healthy if she couldn't look happy.
She walked into Good Spirits with apprehension in her step and looked around for the man she had asked to meet with her there.
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What: there is a tradition that needs to be upheld on the eves of horrors.
When: sunday night.
Where: good spirits, at first. then elsewhere.
Summary: debriefing and de-traumaing and all kinds of good stuff.
Rating: danger danger high voltage -- things get r-ratedish. fair warning!
Back on Friday, Buffy had scribbled a tense little note to Captain Jack Sparrow:
Need some time. Don't worry. Mission accomplished -- no deaths. Just gotta look after me for a bit. Good Spirits on Sunday night?
-- Buffy
After returning to the village, Buffy had wanted nothing more than to find the pirate and curl up next to him. But the fight with Derek had been harder than she would care to admit and she wanted to scrub as much of that from herself before rejoining the rest of Luceti. She had Giles to look after and she had her own mind to tend to and she spent hours focusing on those meditation crystals -- begging for peace. Peace was so far away.
But on Sunday, Buffy took a long long bath. She put loose, fashionable curls in her hair and she took the luxury of all the time in the world to dip into her make-up drawer and line her eyes and mascara her lashes and pick a natural, light lip gloss. The aim was to look healthy if she couldn't look happy.
She walked into Good Spirits with apprehension in her step and looked around for the man she had asked to meet with her there.
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Thoughts of the beach should have made him happy; they DID fill him with a sort of unanswered longing. The time he had spent there, even while ill, had helped to fill that little hole in his heart that had been made the first day he woke up in Luceti and wondered whose trousers he was wearing and why there was a beautiful woman talking to him from a book.
He wondered how hard it would be on her to be apart.
"What shall we call it? You know---coded." Skulking. Journal booty calls. Whatever they were to her? He didn't care. But he could play the game as well as any other pirate.
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"...Do we need a code?" She sounded unconvinced. Over the past month, just as many of their meetings had ended no where near this conclusion. As far as she was concerned -- although she did such a terrible job at voicing it -- they were no friends with benefits. Perhaps Buffy would hesitate to call the pirate a boyfriend but she wouldn't shy away from calling it a relationship. How had she said it, once? In her heart.
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She wasn't whispering anymore. "If I want to go for a picnic? I'll ask you if you want to go for a picnic. And if you want to go swimming? You'll ask me if I want to go swimming. And if I want to watch a chick flick? I'll probably lie to you and tell you I've just made peanut butter cookies."
At this point, she decided she needed eye contact. "And if you want to get thrashed in a game of darts? You'll try and challenge me but you'll still get thrashed.
And if I've bargained away my own window-climbing so said window won't be nailed shut against other window-climbers? Then you shouldn't worry."
Buffy took a deep breath, now. This was her own convoluted version of a promise.
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"I'm not. I'm not worried. Jack Sparrow, he mostly tries not to worry. He hates worrying, in fact. He does like window-climbing."
His own version of a promise. Better---this was better. A new understanding that they could both live with, at least for the moment.
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Emergencies, though. She would climb out a window for one of those.
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Buffy---Tia and Katie are going to see about our home by the sea, but they've not discussed it yet that I'm aware of. I'll stay at Cullen House 'til then; I'll understand, darling, if you no longer wish to come to that thrice-cursed place."
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As ill-associated as the house had become, she wasn't sure she could cope with the thought of Jack still alone out there. It had taken two brutal wait-a-thons to uncover that sharp, lonely discomfort.
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He couldn't say, that, though. But he could kiss her, gently. He suspected she might understand. Possibly. She might understand about Cullen House, now, in all of its horror and everything else it meant to him.
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"Besides, there's still an almost full jar of peanut butter out there."
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He stretched out next to her, then cuddled around her again, kissing her just below the drawn-on sparrow.
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Except -- she smirked and kissed his forehead before adding: "Meals must've really sucked in the past if you think what kids get for most school day lunches is so delicious."
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It had meant to be good-natured, really. But it betrayed a little more faith in her future here than she usually admitted.
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"And she'll realize how very much she likes pirates who very much like her culinary perfection and her most beautiful daughter."
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"She'll have to come to terms with believing in a pirate that's yanked out of his time and here to do both of those things, first."
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Jack's father could be very harsh, at times; but he could be quite charming toward women in his own aristocratic way.
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You'd just have to tell mom stories about your cannibal chief days. She'd be starstuck." A beat. "I don't mean -- not that she likes cannibals. But...she owned an art gallery. Lots of exotic, tribal stuff. The house was full of it."
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And no-one I know of likes cannibals, 'cept maybe lady cannibals. And they don't much like cannibals, either."
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Lawful she may be but she was also a law unto herself.
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that tag earns this icon.
...that poor monkey. i can now never disassociate it in that icon from buffy. it's scary.
Muahahahaha
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I am right now watching Season 4...
i'm just about to watch season 7 xD
Buffy adjusting to college life is the saddest thing ever.
she doesn't cope well. poor thing. also sob parker abrams.
gah I know.
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I should not be watching Hush right before bed. : |
gav and i just watched potc numero one. /quietly enables him
HA.
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