There wasn’t a line in there that didn’t sound exactly like Buffy.
Favorite lines: The band starts another song, slow and sappy. Should have been a fast one. You pretend it is anyway, and don’t slow down at all.
Actually come to think of it, Dawn wouldn’t be there either.
He bites your bottom lip gently, and you gasp for a moment.
Willow’s probably thankful for constructing the perfect reality - for manipulating everyone into where she wants them, how she wants them, even pulling her best friend out of- No. You’re not going to do this. You’re not going to take it out on her. She didn’t know. She should have known.
The combination of desperation and bitterness, the shifting between her thoughts and her surroundings - Mez, that was perfect.
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There wasn’t a line in there that didn’t sound exactly like Buffy.
Favorite lines:
The band starts another song, slow and sappy. Should have been a fast one. You pretend it is anyway, and don’t slow down at all.
Actually come to think of it, Dawn wouldn’t be there either.
He bites your bottom lip gently, and you gasp for a moment.
Willow’s probably thankful for constructing the perfect reality - for manipulating everyone into where she wants them, how she wants them, even pulling her best friend out of-
No. You’re not going to do this. You’re not going to take it out on her. She didn’t know.
She should have known.
The combination of desperation and bitterness, the shifting between her thoughts and her surroundings - Mez, that was perfect.