Every human body is haunted, Faith’s most especially. Buffy comes in a close and intimate second. They watch the sun rise. They forget to bleed.
talks like a hurricane, atiredonnie
You're all about control. You have no idea what it's like on the other side, where nothing's in control, nothing makes sense! There's just pain, and hate, and nothing you do means anything!
Faith moves forwards despite herself, palm fanning against Buffy’s shoulder, a mimicry of the soft touches Buffy delivers to her spine on the regular. Faith’s heart thumps in her chest cavity like graphite scorching the lines of a highway.
talks like a hurricane, atiredonnie
Buffy looks up at you, desperate and imploring, and you think the demon might’ve hitched a ride because it’s like every gooey teenage feeling you had for Buffy Summers is flowing back to you. Her eyes are still so blue.
so do you like girls? atiredonnie
B is straighter than ever, blonder than ever, still locked in symbiosis with that bleached prick with that stupid jacket, even when he’s dead. Train left the station, Faith, you tell yourself.
so do you like girls? atiredonnie
''I love you, Faith.'' Buffy presses herself firmly against Faith, her lips against Faith’s ear. ''I love you.'' Gripping Buffy tightly with her one mobile arm, Faith swallows around the new fullness in her throat. Buffy loves her.
Hypnopompia, aliceinwonderbra