Buffy Summers (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sunnydale_girl) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} thecityof,@ 2017-10-20 23:08:00 |
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WHAT: Meeting up
WHERE: Coffee shop
WHEN: Now
WARNINGS: N/A
Buffy would be lying if she said she wasn't kinda a mess right now.
The last week had been as follows:
-Get kidnapped by angels and brought to their own personal version of Hotel California. ✔️
-Kill a demon that was wearing her best friend's face. ✔️
-Have a huge, dramatic, and incredibly violent fight with Faith over
-The real Willow showed up when the memory of killing face-stealing-demon Willow was still fresh. ✔️
-Angel shows up. And then somehow not dead Spike shows up. ✔️
Yep. It had been a dozy so far. And truthfully, Buffy wasn't really sure to make of all of this. On one hand, the end days of Sunnydale had had her feeling especially close to Spike. As in, even in the Biblical sense. And his death had hit her pretty hard but she had also understood and accepted his sacrifice. It was one she'd made herself before. So as badly as it had hurt, she'd made peace with it.
Plus this Spike seemed to somehow be pretty far beyond that Spike which only lent itself further to the confusion.
Buffy needed a break from the head games and the drama and just the overall sense of living in a weird dream that wasn't quite a nightmare but still left you feeling unsettled due to the sheer bizareness of it all. And while Dawn was always good at doing the sisterly thing and making her feel more at home in any world, she found herself craving Angel's presence. He was her constant. Like her North Star. Even when he felt totally far away, she still knew that he was still always there. And now he was actually here and the distance that had separated them for so long was a matter of floors.
He'd agreed to meet her at a local coffee shop so they could do some catching up. She'd picked the locale because she was in desperate need of caffeine. Having ordered a pumpkin spice latte since, well, October and all, Buffy found a dark, cozy corner and sunk into an overstuffed couch to wait for him.