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paradisalogs2012-08-20 12:38 pm
wield) wrote in paradisalogs2012-08-20 12:38 pm
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CLOSED.
Who: Buffy and Sam.
What: She's sad and needs some piiiie.
When: Probably backdated a few weeks ago--when Willow left.
Where: The Pie Hole.
Rating: Eh. Maybe some mild language but nothing more than that.
For awhile, her fork gently tapped and played with the pie in front of her as she started down at it. A deep breath was taken, contemplating about... well, a million things, really. All the things Paradisa had offered her. All the opportunities she had and how she'd taken it all for granite. Basically, everything happened for a reason. And she thought she was that reason. Maybe if she hadn't turned into such a recluse about everything because she didn't trust the castle her friends would still be around.
She took a bite, and continued to prod at that poor piece of pie, falling back in her deep train of thought.
What: She's sad and needs some piiiie.
When: Probably backdated a few weeks ago--when Willow left.
Where: The Pie Hole.
Rating: Eh. Maybe some mild language but nothing more than that.
For awhile, her fork gently tapped and played with the pie in front of her as she started down at it. A deep breath was taken, contemplating about... well, a million things, really. All the things Paradisa had offered her. All the opportunities she had and how she'd taken it all for granite. Basically, everything happened for a reason. And she thought she was that reason. Maybe if she hadn't turned into such a recluse about everything because she didn't trust the castle her friends would still be around.
She took a bite, and continued to prod at that poor piece of pie, falling back in her deep train of thought.
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That was when it had been a little busier. Now things have started to calm down, so he poured a glass of milk, before making his way over to the table and placing it down in front of her. He then took the seat across from her, letting his arms rest on the table.
"Wanna talk about it?"
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"Sure, let's talk about it," she sets her fork down in order to use her hands while she's talking. "Let's talk about how a magical castle kidnapped us all. Let's talk about how said magical castle fucks with us. Let's talk about how it's literally just--ripped everything I know from me and there's nothing that I, or you, or anyone else in this stupid place can do anything about it."
Her hands drop to her sides after a moment, and then she picks up the fork once again.
"Sorry," Buffy's voice is lowered once again.
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"It's okay. I know the feeling all to well."