sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell
who buffy + angel when & what after this, patrol and promenade.
there's a drumming noise inside my head that starts when you're around swear that you can hear it makes such an almighty sound
Shadows whispered tragically, beckoning forth with ghostly hands and promises of cold pillowy graves. Cropped flaxen hair fell around her face, framing it in a halo of streaked gold and her lips were tightly drawn. Buffy was sure her unfortunate destiny was going to give her premature wrinkles and she self-consciously ran her fingers across the contours of her forehead. No, -- wait, what was that? Her index and middle stopped at a small crease that couldn’t really be there. Her mind was tired and playing tricks on her. It had been a long week and it still wasn’t over.
Between school, slaying and whatever oddness was happening to Cordelia, Buffy was close to overload. She’d been almost too grateful to escape that library, her mouth dry and rougher than a sandstorm. The Coke that she’d bought at the soda machine had been half-guzzled down on the walk from the library to the cemetery and it was still clasped in mauve-painted fingers. Her other hand gripped a sharpened piece of maple, her kohl-rimmed eyes scanning the endless rows of tombstones and weeping angels for any sign of newborn vampires or for her own vampiric counterpart.
The sun had set a handful of minutes before she’d stepped her stylishly vintage and totally not gross boots across the threshold of Sunnydale’s largest graveyard Happy Memories. She’d traded her scarf in the tiny office for her large pewter cross that hung neatly on the outside of her coat, boasting justifications and good intentions. In the distance, her eyes caught liquid smooth movement and her sense flared like a cat sensing a nearby mouse.
She ditched the brightly colored can of Coke in a nearby briar bush the vampire slayer fell in the shadows, letting it shroud her in it’s unforgiving darkness. Holding her breath she raised her stake. Buffy let out the breath threw her nose and then leapt, propelling herself spring-like through the air and landed on the mass. They went tumbling to the ground and using the trajectory of her strong legs she flipped herself up off the ground. Stake in hand and at the ready, she stopped --- eyes suddenly rounder than dinner plates and full of atonement.
“Angel! Are you okay?” She said, stake still in one hand she raised them both up by her mouth as humiliation set in. “I’m so sorry. I’m in jumpy-mode tonight.”