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AN not a great icon for this but the Faith one I have.
Faith on the absence of an old friend.
For a while she had this feeling that something wasn’t right. It was like waking in the middle of the night when the power goes out. It’s not that it’s gotten darker. It’s that you can’t hear the sound of the fridge, or the drip of the bathroom sink anymore.
The fourth day in prison Faith let a clumsy bitch crack a couple of her ribs. She meant to lie low and stay out of trouble by not fighting back. Not much anyway.
That night she was barely bruised and less edgy. Slayers heal wicked fast, but something's always healing.
Spike/ Buffy season 6 on the same theme.
“I wish you’d just tell me how you feel, Buffy.”
“You want to know how I feel, Spike? I hurt. Pain is my art. Bruises, gashes and broken things I tape up or paint over. I’m angry because it’s like building sandcastles or ice sculptures. All the work melts away the next day. Dying didn’t even leave a scar.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I'm sure there’re people with cancer or HIV who’d really pity the girl who always gets better.”
“So you think if there are people in a smellier dump than you, you can’t complain about the stench where you live?”
Faith on the absence of an old friend.
For a while she had this feeling that something wasn’t right. It was like waking in the middle of the night when the power goes out. It’s not that it’s gotten darker. It’s that you can’t hear the sound of the fridge, or the drip of the bathroom sink anymore.
The fourth day in prison Faith let a clumsy bitch crack a couple of her ribs. She meant to lie low and stay out of trouble by not fighting back. Not much anyway.
That night she was barely bruised and less edgy. Slayers heal wicked fast, but something's always healing.
Spike/ Buffy season 6 on the same theme.
“I wish you’d just tell me how you feel, Buffy.”
“You want to know how I feel, Spike? I hurt. Pain is my art. Bruises, gashes and broken things I tape up or paint over. I’m angry because it’s like building sandcastles or ice sculptures. All the work melts away the next day. Dying didn’t even leave a scar.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I'm sure there’re people with cancer or HIV who’d really pity the girl who always gets better.”
“So you think if there are people in a smellier dump than you, you can’t complain about the stench where you live?”
