[ the other slayer loiters near the transporter, the blood-red scythe leaning against the wall beside her. she looks...older. perhaps not obviously; perhaps not at first. but twenty-six is still rather different than nineteen. buffy summers wears soft non-colours: creams and caramels. the occasional flicker of jade on her hand and on the thick-metaled man's ring she wears on a chain around her neck.
the wings twitch. she stands a little straighter. ]
Wasn't sure you'd come. [ buffy's voice was light but not hollow. ] I'm...glad you did.
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the wings twitch. she stands a little straighter. ]
Wasn't sure you'd come. [ buffy's voice was light but not hollow. ] I'm...glad you did.
[ diplomatic. ]