Dawn Summers (keypatois) wrote in forbiddengame, @ 2012-09-10 09:56:00 |
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Dawn was used to early morning such as this one. She'd woken up two hours ago and immediately took herself to the library to research. As Watcher Junior (as she'd been so affectionately called back home), she'd found she'd had a knack for research and languages. She took to them like a little kid took to candy and it worked for her. So that's what she did this morning when she'd had an urge to feel like she was home again. It had taken two hours for the young woman to realize that she was hungry… which was why she'd now taken the latest thick book she was perusing and gone to the kitchen. A simple bowl of cereal was what she made for herself (as Buffy once said, put the box next to the bowl and breakfast was made), and once that was poured and covered with milk, Dawn had gotten back to work, only splitting her attention long enough to take bites. Breakfast and research. This had been how they spent most mornings at the Summers home in Rome after Sunnydale went down. Not before… no, because at this time before Dawn would usually have been at school. And that had been a feat of concentration in itself. Nothing in school had ever been as interesting as the research in Giles' books after all. Though she did become one hell of a fighter from training with the Slayers, Dawn had found that her greatest strength to help lied with the research. Giles had even commended her once on how good she'd gotten. Told her she could be one of the best future Watchers he'd ever seen. Of course, Dawn had seen the Watchers… and she hated them. She knew she could be better because the Watchers they'd had before the headquarters had been blown to smithereens had been a bunch of pompous asses. No feeling for their Slayers, no real humanity. They'd treated them like they were tools to a job instead of human girls and young women. It had sickened Dawn and she'd wanted to hit every one she'd met. Compared to them, Andrew had been amazing, even with his annoying personality. Turning the page in the book she'd been reading—a classic she'd seen Giles with from time to time, Vampyr—Dawn wondered if Buffy had ever actually sat down and read this book. It was a font of information, some that Dawn had known but a lot that she hadn't. She was amazed at everything that it told her about the vampires from her world, because a lot of the vampires here were very different than the ones back home. All that did was reinforce the fact that there were other dimensions. Other worlds that had different rules. She stopped reading and thought about that for a moment, taking another bite of her cereal. Other worlds. The young woman chewed, thinking deeply about what these other worlds could be like. What they would mean for her. For her sister. Maybe there was a world where vampires didn't even exist and everyone could have been normal. Where her mother would have—no. Thinking about things like that served no purpose… not now. Not after so long. So Dawn swallowed and went back to reading, turning yet another page. |