[Dream--OTA]
[Buffy is tending a rooftop garden. The light is too bright, everything washed in white. She's wearing a flowing, white nightgown and digging in the dark soil. She plants row after row of flowers, fertilizes them, waters them and then crouches back on her heels to watch them grow. The flowers are just beginning to blossum, not fully bloomed yet. As rapidly as they've shot up, they begin to wither, curling up and dying while Buffy frantically tends them, weeding, watering, fertilizing in a futile struggle to keep her garden alive.
Her expression is panicked but she tucks it behind a determined facade, moving from one dead flower to another swiftly dying. She repeats the process over and over again until a voice behind her stops her.
"It won't work."
"Angel? You can't--" she turns to stop him, to shove him back into the shadow then hestitates when she realizes he's not burning.
"They can't bloom while you live."
He moves closer and she turns her attention back to the rooftop garden. With the exception of a few straggling survivors, the entire flower bed is dead. She picks up the water can but Angel's hand tilts her head to the side, dips his head and kisses her neck. They're both frozen for a moment then he slips into vamp face and bites her neck hard.
And the dream repeats all over again]
[ooc: Entirely open. Feel free to step in at any part of the dream, take over Angel's role in the dream or change things up. I'm good with most anything.]