003 - You can talk all you want, but my skin is really thick.

[want_take_have]

[Buffy - Filtered 57%]

Hey, B. [I'm back] Anything new I oughta know about Drusilla and her latest boy toy?

[/end filter]

[When the audio feed begins, the sounds of whispers and quiet murmurs can be heard in the background, though they're too distant and jumbled to pick out the individual messages.

Faith, however, can be heard clearly...and while she's not freaked out, she's definitely on guard.]

Seeing as I've been off playing civic servant, or whatever you wanna call it, does anyone wanna tell me why I just landed in the middle of a Disney movie? The talking animals were weird enough, but now I gotta listen to trees? That's just overkill.

[the sound of brush crunching underfoot starts as she turns towards the village, making her way through the trees]

I'm just sayin'...if some stuffed up pimp comes galloping through on a white horse, I'm not responsible for my--

[she trails off as she catches a familiar name coming from one of the trees, falling silent in order to listen. She moves closer to the source, letting her catch the tail end of what the trees are saying.]

"--super phallic imagery of shoving a sword through your lover's chest."

[She's forgotten the journal's in her hand, now, as she just stares uncertainly at the bark]

...Hold up. Are you telling me that--

"Well I heard that the other slayer totally has a thing for Buffy. It’s obvious she just wants to get in her pants."

[She gives a strangled noise as she takes a few steps back, caught between confusion and pure fury]

The fuck?!

[someone want to speak up before she sees if she's strong enough to uproot a tree?]

Comments

i know. ;;

[herotypical]

[ buffy didn't listen past angel. ]

Oh, you are not going to bring him into this...

[want_take_have]

Right. 'Cause I should just forget about the one person who didn't give up on me.

[herotypical]

Funny how you didn't kick or spit or hiss at his help like you did mine, huh? Funny how it was all cuddles and heart-felt talks once Angel wanted to help.

[ frankly? sometimes she wonders if faith was the stubborn pickle jar and buffy had done all the lid loosening for the next person. ]

[want_take_have]

You don't get it, B. You don't, and you can't.

[and there was the frustration. There was why she could never live up to the wonderful Buffy Summers.

...Because Buffy Summers had never been a monster]

[herotypical]

Nah. See? You don't get it. Accepting a helping hand? It is so not as traumatic as both you and Angel make it out to be. All this wallowing?

It's freaking self-indulgent. It's sad. Pushing away the people who try again and again to care?

So sad.

[want_take_have]

'cause you tried so hard.

Last time we talked--my world, not yours--you remember what you said to me? 'Cause I do.

[herotypical]

Same world, Faith. Different years. That's all.

[ so not the point, but buffy is righteous enough to make it. ]

[want_take_have]

[ugh]

You know what? Whatever. I didn't ask for this.

[herotypical]

[ and so the journal shuts.

they'll get over it. only not really. this isn't even the worst blow-out the pair have ever had. duty runs thicker than insult -- they may not ever like each other, but there's a kind of sisterly respect or professional connection regardless. ]