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Post by Spike on May 23, 2007 21:24:46 GMT -5
*Spike felt sick. Couldn’t Angel do anything right? It was fair that the magic casting had gone downhill since the loss of Wesley. Never thought I’d miss that bugger. He opened his eyes slowly. Hmm…this wasn’t a library… He wasn’t really sure where this was actually. It was fancy…maybe it was a library. But there weren’t any books. Maybe the spell made them invisible. That sort of made sense. Maybe there was someone around that could help. He wandered around, looking for someone in the know.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on May 23, 2007 21:54:39 GMT -5
*comes in behind him, having just returned from the Three Broomsticks, and nods to him politely on her way toward the staircase* Monsieur.
((Crap! AI finale time, gotta go! Sorry!))
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Post by Buffy Summers on May 23, 2007 21:56:20 GMT -5
*Buffy walked along the railing towards the Grand Escalier, or the Really Big Stairs as she called them. She'd always had a suspicion the banister would be a really good slide, but she'd rarely been alone in the... Really Big Entrance Room to find out. She glanced around, saw no one, and leaped nimbly to the rail, sliding down in breathless glee until suddenly a very familiar, and most unexpected, face was before her.
And then it was under her, her landing broken by a slight-but-well-muscled body and a head of bottled-blond. She jumped up, a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide in shock.*
"Oh my god... oh my god... Spike, you can't... This is impossible."
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Post by Buffy Summers on May 23, 2007 21:56:46 GMT -5
((Oh shoot. Sorry. Should I delete?))
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Post by Spike on May 23, 2007 22:00:29 GMT -5
((It's fine.))
*Spike moved towards the brunette that addressed him.*
"Umm...could you --"
*That voice...it couldn't be. Not here. She was in Italy. With that damned bloody Immortal. He took a deep breath at turned to prove it to himself. Then his jaw dropped.*
"Oh...Buffy..."
*He was in frozen in shock.*
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Post by Buffy Summers on May 23, 2007 22:06:03 GMT -5
*Buffy shook her head, backing away slightly.*
"No. I'm dead, or something, I'm not... this isn't..."
*Suddenly she darted forward and grabbed him in a hug that would have broken the ribs of an un-undead man.*
"Oh my god, Spike, I thought I'd never see anyone ever again!"
((Okay, so I'm totally dissing Willow, but I haven't seen her in ages.))
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Post by Spike on May 23, 2007 22:10:15 GMT -5
Dead? Again?
*Spike took several moments to respond, expect to wake up or have the glamor fade or...something. But eventually he was overcome by her embrace and returned it warmly, nuzzling against her.*
"Oh, Buffy... I never expected to see you again. I thought you...I thought you didn't want to see me...that you'd moved on."
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Post by Buffy Summers on May 23, 2007 22:21:25 GMT -5
*Buffy let go, rocketing back on her heels.*
"Oh! Um, no. I mean, don't think it's something it's not, I've just been lost, and you know you see one familiar thing and even if it's something you hate or whatever, you're still like, 'oh my god, those were my gym shoes, and I totally hated gym, but they're still, you know, mine!' Except not that you're mine, or anything, I just..."
Damn.
"I thought I was dead. Is Dawn... did you... Is she okay?"
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Post by Dr. House on May 23, 2007 22:32:20 GMT -5
((I'm tempted to make a Wesley now. ))
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Post by Spike on May 23, 2007 23:48:10 GMT -5
((Aww...Buffy is so cute. And if you feel the need to Wesley...I would understand.))
I thought she was with you.
*Spike stepped back at her strange pseudo-coldness-but-not. Why were things always so complicated when it came to her? He looked to the floor and pursed his lips. Clearing his throat, he shrugged slightly.*
"Little Bit? The last time I saw her, she was safe and sound all heroed and saving the day. You all did, of course. But that was when..."
I burst into flames and saved the mother-f'ing day by going super nova on a bunch of uber-vamps. But it was worth it to hear you say it.
*He bit his lip and tried to change the subject.*
"So...you've been here?"
*He looked around briefly.*
"Wherever here is..."
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Post by Dr. House on May 24, 2007 0:10:32 GMT -5
((You have NO idea how much I cried during Wesley's death scene in the Angel series finale. I watched it again on youtube and I started to tear up agian. T_T))
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on May 24, 2007 0:25:03 GMT -5
*couldn't help overhearing their exchange, and leans over the side of the stairway railing from halfway up*
"Here" is the Opera Populaire, monsiuer! Are you lost?
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Post by Buffy Summers on May 24, 2007 0:25:19 GMT -5
((I like that "Wesley" is now a verb. I wonder what that entails. But yeah... man, I was so rooting for him and Fred. She was so adorable. Not as much as Kaylee, but who is?
On another note, that part where Spike looked down before talking? I got all tingly-nostalgic. I needs my Spike!
That sounded bad. Oh, right! Writing.))
*Buffy's eyes opened wide in relief.*
"She's okay! Oh god, thank you." *Her eyes filled with tears, but she didn't really care.* "I wasn't sure. I mean, I felt sure, but I never know if that means anything, you know?"
*She hugged herself, her arms wrapping around her torso reflexively.*
"I'm sorry, I'm a total spaz. I'm glad... I think, that you're here. That I get to say... thanks. For trying to save her. Even if I am dead, and this is... well, it'd have to be hell, right? But even if it is; I want to believe she's okay."
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Post by Spike on May 24, 2007 7:10:42 GMT -5
((Yea tingly-nostalgic! I hope I do him justice, I've been needing a Spike fix too.))
*Spike's eyes took her in and there was a terrible stabbing in his chest, but he did everything he could to not let it show through. He lowered his eyes and his voice.*
"This can't be Hell, not if I'm in it and you're still here."
*He looked away quickly. It hadn't taken long for his mouth to run off without him. He tried to recover quickly.*
"I'm sure she's fine. After all, she's made from you, she's tough as nails and stubborn as all Hell. She's a force to be reckoned with."
*His jaw shifted in his awkwardness. Then the other woman's words finally sank in. He looked up to her confused.*
"Opera Populaire? I just got all magically mojoed to go see some show? That doesn't seem to make much sense. Not that these sorts of mishaps often do..."
*His gaze shifted to Buffy.*
"What are you doing here then? I never took you for the theater type. Although if you want to recite some Oedipus Rex to me, I'll giggle fiercely."
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Post by Buffy Summers on May 24, 2007 21:49:42 GMT -5
*Buffy looked down. She didn't know how to take him, not here. She nodded.*
"Yeah. Except I was totally not such a brat."
*She frowned at his next words. Opera what? She crossed her arms again, this time in defiance.*
"What? Like I'm just some stupid Valley girl who only knows Keanu Reeves movies or something? As if you're Mr. Culture! I mean, who says 'bollocks' anyway, and what do cows have to do with anything?" *She wound down.* "And anyway, I just landed here. I don't know."
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