buffy summers. (summersb) wrote in lexlogs, @ 2013-08-18 15:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, buffy summers, spike |
Who: Buffy Summers & Spike.
Where: Spike's crypt.
When: Just after this.
Summary: They need to talk.
Warnings: TBD. This is a super serious talk.
He wanted to have a talk. A talk. Something that spoke of... talking things. Serious, real life stuff. Important things with a capital 'I' and that sent a shiver of fear through her because she was difficult about these things on purpose. It wasn't just her isolationist Slayer crap, although she was prone to distancing herself from people for those reasons as well. No, it was pretty much the whole "I'm afraid of people I care about up and leaving me and being all alone" thing that she'd been dealing with for a while now, to the point where it was worse now that she was sure this place was good at messing with them. It brought them here through no rhyme or reason, who was to say it wouldn't send them away just as quickly? She'd told Spike she loved him. She'd meant it. She didn't tell him she meant it, but she kind of just assumed he might know. But putting into words that she meant it, that it was something she realized, after the fact, how much she really meant it, that was another thing. Putting herself out there was not easy and it never would be, no matter how much growing she might do over time. And she was pretty sure she was still cookie dough. She couldn't be cookies yet, right? Not that Spike knew about her cookie dough speech to Angel, because she knew if he did, he'd probably mock her for it. And that was why she'd never repeat it. Ever. Did she take the long way to get to his crypt? Yes. She didn't just take the straight shot to him, but she could only walk so slowly, before she started to become a little more aware of her surroundings and decided she didn't want to be wandering throughout town in this vulnerable state of hers, not without reason. So, the quicker she got into Spike's crypt, the better. It might mean she was stuck at his place for the rest of the night, if things got really involved, something in retrospect she thought was the worst idea ever. He probably didn't even have all the touches of the place he had back in Sunnydale. Should she have brought some kind of blanket or something, now that he could actually feel the cold from his stone home? Crap. Where she normally would have done something dramatic and knocked the door off its hinges or entered in a very purposeful manner, today she just opened the door to the crypt and strode inside. They were beyond pleasantries, in her opinion. He'd been to her place a couple of times now and she never asked to be let in to his home, before. Why change things now, even if they were both plain ol' vanilla humans, without the assist of supernatural abilities? They still had the experience and knowledge, but life was definitely much different now, if they were stuck like this for good. "So. You wanted to talk?" Her hands were on her hips, to keep her from looking nervous and fidgeting about the idea of having this talk in the first place. "You should go first, right? That's kinda how this goes, if I was the reluctant party in this sitch." |