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paradisalogs2012-06-08 11:25 am
wield) wrote in paradisalogs2012-06-08 11:25 am
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Who: Buffy Summers & you~
What: Buffy regaining her strength
When: Within the past week
Where: The gym
Rating: PG-13 probs? Idk
Buffy woke up, and she woke up feeling good.
It'd been a month or so since she'd lost everything that made her feel special and normal in a world full of people who were quite possibly even more strange than her. It wasn't the first time Buffy had lost her strength and slayer powers, but it definitely wasn't nearly as long... but just as it had happened when she turned ethereal for awhile, she had begun to lose hope, wonder if she would forever lose what she'd come to both love and hate so much--her gift.
Her emotions were at an all time low: Angel leaving had started it, and then her powers leaving pretty much drained her completely. And while Joyce was a nice distraction, the moment she disappeared everything hit the fan again... Especially when she learned that Stefan had been sent home as well.
He was the first person in a long time to keep her going, to make her not give up on the castle and make her realize this place was real, regardless of it not being home. Without even knowing her, Stefan had always known what to say and how to make Buffy calm down and feel better. Buffy wasn't quite sure about her feelings about him: he had Elena, and that's the biggest thing that she pushed into her brain whenever she started to consider him in a different way.
He was gone now, though, and while there was a chance he'd come back, the chances of him not remembering her was high, and she was sure that would happen. She had to move on--keep going. Because, she was slowly starting to learn, dwelling on anything the castle did was unhealthy and wouldn't get you anywhere. Stefan helped her realize that.
Her fist came in contact with the punching bag, particularly harder than the rest as she thought about all of this. She felt so much better. Strong, fast, enhanced endurance and she loved it. She was finally back to herself, and then some.
It got her thinking about Faith, and a smug grin came across her face as fists kept beating into the giant sand bag hanging from the ceiling. Faith had thought she'd been chosen, that she was the one with all the slayer strength. For a moment, Buffy had even believed that maybe the castle was doing it herself. She was happy to know that wasn't the case anymore.
What: Buffy regaining her strength
When: Within the past week
Where: The gym
Rating: PG-13 probs? Idk
Buffy woke up, and she woke up feeling good.
It'd been a month or so since she'd lost everything that made her feel special and normal in a world full of people who were quite possibly even more strange than her. It wasn't the first time Buffy had lost her strength and slayer powers, but it definitely wasn't nearly as long... but just as it had happened when she turned ethereal for awhile, she had begun to lose hope, wonder if she would forever lose what she'd come to both love and hate so much--her gift.
Her emotions were at an all time low: Angel leaving had started it, and then her powers leaving pretty much drained her completely. And while Joyce was a nice distraction, the moment she disappeared everything hit the fan again... Especially when she learned that Stefan had been sent home as well.
He was the first person in a long time to keep her going, to make her not give up on the castle and make her realize this place was real, regardless of it not being home. Without even knowing her, Stefan had always known what to say and how to make Buffy calm down and feel better. Buffy wasn't quite sure about her feelings about him: he had Elena, and that's the biggest thing that she pushed into her brain whenever she started to consider him in a different way.
He was gone now, though, and while there was a chance he'd come back, the chances of him not remembering her was high, and she was sure that would happen. She had to move on--keep going. Because, she was slowly starting to learn, dwelling on anything the castle did was unhealthy and wouldn't get you anywhere. Stefan helped her realize that.
Her fist came in contact with the punching bag, particularly harder than the rest as she thought about all of this. She felt so much better. Strong, fast, enhanced endurance and she loved it. She was finally back to herself, and then some.
It got her thinking about Faith, and a smug grin came across her face as fists kept beating into the giant sand bag hanging from the ceiling. Faith had thought she'd been chosen, that she was the one with all the slayer strength. For a moment, Buffy had even believed that maybe the castle was doing it herself. She was happy to know that wasn't the case anymore.