volume 1

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Peter has no idea how he ended up here, on a couch, listening to a bunch of middle aged women and a few other assorted people talk about Pride and Prejudice. He lost count of how many times he was nearly force fed a cookie by some woman claiming that he's too skinny, and this is starting to feel like all those dreams about showing up to class without any pants on.

He's barely said anything about the book since showing up, instead opting to just sort of listen, and nod every once in awhile. It's easier to just agree with everyone than to pretend he cares about a rich guy marrying some poor guy's daughter. Great, it's heartfelt and mooshy, he gets it.

Running a hand down his face, he flips through the book again for what feels like the hundredth time, stopping on some page to skim through a paragraph, while another woman starts to talk about the historical ramifications of things that Peter chooses to ignore. At this point, he's pretty sure he's forgotten why he even agreed to this in the first place. ]

So what do you think about the book? [ And it's the first question actually directed at him. Oh yeah, this is exactly like those pantsless dreams he used to have, and now he's just... at a total loss for words. ]

Comments

/SHOWERS YOU WITH IT

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Peter leans over to read and then... ends up reading a little bit more than he meant to off the page. Buffy's book is way better. He shakes his head before sitting back upright. ] And the next way's having him help you dispose of all the bodies, right?

*U*

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Well, duh. It's not very romantic to leave them all hanging around. [wrinkles her nose] Gross.

X3

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Because fighting zombies is romantic in the first place.

MUAH

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Hey! No judge-y. And besides, it says right here it's romantic. Mr. Darcy likes a girl who can handle herself against the undead. [She thinks about what she just said and more to herself than Peter, she adds,] He has good taste.

/CUDDLES

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

I think the rest of them got eaten. He doesn't really have a choice anymore. [ Peter leans back into his own seat, flipping through his own book just for something to do with his hands. ] But hey, i'm not judging.

/CLINGS

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Good. You better not be. [very stern look is this.] And look, all her sisters survived so she still has... competition. That's kind of creepy, isn't it? Fighting your sister for a guy. I would never do that with Dawnie. Gross. [Well, since that episode hasn't happened yet :| ]

/CUDDLES <3

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ He gives her a side long glance, and goes back to flipping through the book. S-so intimidating, Buffy. ] Same rule applies for brothers -- or it should, at least. But is it really competition with your sisters, if your parents are making you do it?

/nestles into your arms

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

You're right, that part is even creepier. Parents back then were all from Creepsville, selling off their daughters to the highest bidder. [is clearly disgusted by thisss.]

/snuggles your beautiful soul

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Buffy using the word 'Creepsville' is enough to make Peter almost-laugh. But this is a ~serious topic~ so no laughing occurs. ] Pretty sure almost everyone was creepier back then. Think about the people doing the buying.

>3

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Eugh. I'd rather not. I'm glad I didn't live back then. [Buffy crosses her arms across her chest, pulling on her sweater as she leans back into the couch.] I know a guy who lived back then, and he turned out okay, but still. No thank you.

XD

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Wait, hold up there Buffy, watch Peter change the subject. ] You knew a guy from the Victorian era?

8D

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Oh, did I-- yeah. My ex. [shrugs like this is a normal admission.]

X3

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Right. [ He pauses for a second.. ] But you're not -- From the Victorian era.

B)

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Nope. Well, except for that one Halloween-- Nevermind.

He's a -- [The old women are staring again and she picks up her book to hide behind.] A lot. Older than me. But you won't judge me, right?

|D

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ What even, what is with these old women. Peter's just trying really hard to forget they exist. ] I don't really have the right to judge anyone's relationship, don't worry.

:9

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

[She whispers behind her book so only Peter can hear,] He's a vampire.

B]

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, well that gets an eyebrow raise. ] How'd that work out?

|D

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

It didn't. Thus the ex.

lmfao \o/

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I... figured. Sorry.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

No, it's okay. [Despite her looking like she might cry.] Do you want to.. not be here? These ladies are really giving me the wiggins.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

I wanted to get out of here the second I showed up.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

I kind of had a feeling. [At their quiet discussion behind books, the old ladies turn up their noses in disgust. Buffy's pretty sure Act 2 includes head spinning and exorcism. She's blowing this pop stand before it has a chance to get up close and demony.

She reaches out for Peter's hand, and closes her eyes. They're in her bedroom, her own silent dreamworld she usually went out of her way to avoid.]

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Before he even has time to wonder why she's suddenly all for handholding, they're in a room that he's guessing is Buffy's. Taking a few moments to look around, he turns back to the girl and smiles gently. ] Nice room.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

[She lets go a little abruptly, a faint blush visible across her cheeks.] It's .. room-y. Well, sort of. It's gotten me through anyway.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Peter can't help but smile a little - it's rare that he's ever involved in flustering a female. ] Served its purpose, then.