second stake.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

[Buffy is sitting on an unweildy tower, looking out over the edge. This is where she died, and where Dawn almost had. It's a cloudy day and she wishes the rain would just fall and get it over with instead of taunting her with its heavy cumulus. She knows, logically, she could probably make the Sun come out, or even make the rain come, if it was what she wanted-- but she's sick of being in control. She wants the world back with its unpredictable and even sometimes cruel ways. She wants the real Earth beneath her and the real sky over her and all the messed up stuff in between. She wants to feel love and hate and trust and hurt. She wants her life back.

But she doesn't, all the same. Spike, her mom's death, Dawn.... So many things held a giant question mark, and things were good here. Great, even. She could be with Angel without fear, and she had made friends she could visit whenever she wanted. The only question she had left at the end of her long think-y process was simply, Was it more selfish to stay, or to go?]

Just go away. Get your own tower of feel-bad. [she murmurs when you approach, curling around herself.]

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[waterfell.livejournal.com]

You were stronger than this last time I saw you.

[Instead of going away, Ami takes several measured steps straight towards Buffy. This is something she understands, death, something she's experienced more than once. And it's not the first time she's been told to go away by someone who'd rather keep their depression private.

She didn't listen then, either.]

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Thanks. [Could this girl get her own tower already sobs :c ] ...Are towers really in such short supply? [she snipes, maybe a little harsher than she meant to.]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[But she likes this one. Or rather, it goes against her grain to see loneliness. And though she doesn't know it yet herself, she understands what's brought Buffy here.

So what she's about to say is far too personal to herself, but the words come out anyway.]

Is there someone who wants to be alone in one?

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Me. [Hmph :| ]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Ami is not so good at persistence in this sort of thing, or in having these awkward gestures that take so much effort to try, rejected. For a moment, she stands still.

Then she shrugs it off.]

I'll go then.

[And she turns away.]

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

... [Goddammit.] No, wait.

Come sit.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[There's a pause. With the first flush of irritated embarrassment gone, of course she understands why Buffy might want privacy. And yet she doesn't quite want to leave, either, though she'd been willing to.

The latter wins out, and Ami settles back down beside Buffy.]

I'll stay. What brought you up here?

[hasasoul.livejournal.com]

But I like this tower. It's more roomy than mine. [Bad joke Angel standing behind you to the rescue.]

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

You don't have a tower. [She points out helpfully without looking up.]

[hasasoul.livejournal.com]

It's a hypothetical tower.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

They must not make those hypothetical towers like they used to, if it's worse than this. [The tower creaks ominously as if it agrees with her evaluation.]

[hasasoul.livejournal.com]

You don't know the half of it. [He comes closer, but not too close because god damn this tower is some rickety ass shit.]

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

[Buffy takes a breath, before turning to look at him - just a second.]

Come on, take a load off. Best and roomiest hypothetical tower in town.

[whatoncewashers.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, Buffy, you totally need a... Flirty rogue in your life.]

I was thinking of changing it to a tower of feel-good. It's got a great view. What's so bad about that?

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

[Okay, fine. Maybe that is exactly what she wants - she just doesn't know it yet :| Buffy turns around, raising an eyebrow.]

I'm not about the feel-goodness right now. You weren't listening, were you?

[whatoncewashers.livejournal.com]

[Totally admiring the view. I mean, there's no kingdom to look at it, but it's kinda... Picturesque in that hipster way.

...Oh wait. She was talking.]

Did you say something?

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

... No. Nothing at all. [Buffy olls her eyes and turns back around, hugging her knees to her chest and admiring the ~hipster~ view.]

[whatoncewashers.livejournal.com]

[Okay, obviously Operation: Flirt is going badly. Ignore the view. Focus on the girl.] You come here often?

[...Yeah, best pick-up line. What can you expect from a guy who thinks "How's your day goin'?" is sexy.]

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I sure do love the feel of rotting tower beneath me. It's where all the cool kids come to brood.

so what if this is super late! dealwithit.gif

[changedthegame.livejournal.com]

[Sam stands behind her with his hands in his pockets. He's definitely not complaining about the lack of light suits this time around. He glances down at Buffy but he tries to mostly pay attention to other things. Not gawking and staring would be good. Not being accused of it would be even better. When she speaks, Sam just shakes his head as he leans back against a stable enough looking part of the tower]

I can't really do that.

/dealtwith.jpg B)

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

[That hadn't been the voice she expected, and she whirled around to confirm.]

You can't? There are no towers in your computer world.. thingy?

:D <3

[changedthegame.livejournal.com]

[Sam waits for her to turn before he shakes his head and shrugs very nonchalantly]

Plenty of towers. Tron City's not really much other than tall buildings. But you see, you invade the Grid, so I invade your tower. Tit for tat.

8D

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

[She deflates, glancing to the spot next to her that he could potentially fill....]

I guess that's fair.

[changedthegame.livejournal.com]

[He pushes himself away from his leaning spot and walks over to take a seat next to Buffy. There's plenty of space between them, though. He invaded her tower already, so there's no need of invading her personal space too]

Well, misery loves company, right?

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

It also enjoys long walks on the beach. [She avoids looking at him for now in case her eyes are still puffy from crying.]