[RP • #Buffyverse • #AU • 21+] Good at gettin’ headaches, better at gettin’ away.
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That Vision Thing
*The tearing starts at the corner of my eye. My palm rushes to apply pressure as if to a wound but there is none. It spreads backwards like lightning strikes. I shake and convulse unable to do anything but witness.*
*He’s tall with dark hair, long nose and
dripping in fear. The teeth sink into his neck and he’s slowly, agonizingly, snuffed out.*
*i come to on the floor, back slumped against a wall and half a bottle of liquid courage seeping into my rug.*
Right then, guess that’s the end of me puttin’ this off.
@modbuffy
-- Buffy, ya gotta at least drink somethin'. *no response*
*scooting next to you on the bed and putting a glass of water in your hand*
-- blurs together. It's twenty minutes into mutually sobbing into each others shoulders that you realize it's been Xander there with you.
-- the bell right away, come down and let me in. *you nod but when i ring the bell joyce answers and leads me to your room where you're
-- your forehead. Somehow you feel just a little less alone for that brief moment before i break away.* I'm goin' out the window, i'll ring
-- slayer before he gets there and hang up.*
Buffy? * but the only answer i get is tears welling up in your eyes. I lean in and kiss you on
-- Giles? *he's surprised but hollow sounding but he explains what he told buffy and i tell him i understand, that i'll take care of his
-- to your phone but then i hear a muffled, shaky giles coming from the other end, "buffy?" I pick up the phone slowly and put it to my ear*
-- have stopped working. My first thought is that it's a demon, some kind of sonic-curse demon living in the radio-waves carrying the signal
-- Buffy? *nudge* Yer phone is ringing between givin' out black eyes. *rubbing his where it had landed* it's Giles.
-- night half tucked under her bed in case Joyce came in before they woke up. Nothing had happened but he wasn't leaving her alone again.*
--time. *i shrug my overshirt off my shoulders and toss it over a nearby chair w/ Mr. Gordo on it. I quickly pull a 7 of clubs from the top*
-- where the choices in game were concerned? Because i really ain't big on bein' subtle with my interests. *the devious little curve at the