Disclaimer: Faith isn't mine. If she were, I'd likely be
cuffed to the bed right now. All hail the great and mighty
Joss for creating the baddest grrrl I've lusted after in a
while, and The Creatures for the title. Sioux is a
Spoilers: season 3 stuff. in other words, no.
Summary: inside Faith's mind.
feedback: yes, please, I need to know if this is utter crap
or not. ^_^ But please don't email me complaining about
the odd punctuation and capitalization; it's all purposeful.
Splinters : Beautiful Violence, Moving In
flailing fists and
like tears that won't come
but i can
no more please stop i'll be good just love me
tear of flesh
flash of steel
roar of pain
threat of death
and i'm running
and it's dripping
couldn't save her can't save myself
spun gold and jade and pastel perfection
and everything i'm not.
don't know how to love don't know how to be loved
dripping from my stake
dripping from my hands
wide jade terror
gotta stop it all
beginning of the end Chosen Two becoming two
alabaster and iron. toys and Puppy.
i lose her completely.
i love you so much i hate you
cold steel sliding in so warm
more crimson mine
look at you in big sister's clothes
and i can't even scream
as i f
can feel her here...
but is it her...?
riddles and boxes and miles to go
from 7. 3. 0.
what does it all mean?
(it means you're thinking too much.)
(*smirk* pronoun trouble, girlfriend. you again. or am i HER?)
*smirk* me tell me.
(now i've got it. *smile*)
(so...why ya thinkin' so hard?)
because it's all i can DO. can't scream can't hit can't share my pain
(is it? *raise eyebrow* yeah, all you can do is use that
pathetic lump of grey matter, but there are other uses
besides thought...dreamwalking, f'r instance. did it before...)
...and got HIM killed for it. felt him die. should'a been
would i still feel so lost?
(*derisive snort* don't lie to yourself. if she'd died, ya
would've too. fire to her ice, yang to her yin...)
...two halves of the whole. i know. just wish she'd get it
(never gonna happen. *shakes head in disgust* B's dumb as a
post when it comes to me. straight as one, too...don't it
just break your heart?)
YES . taste of rust and death. warm steel sliding into hot flesh and i can't even cry. why?
Across town, in a quiet bedroom in a quiet house on a quiet
street, tears ran silently down Buffy's cheeks. In a few
hours she would wake with puffy eyes and stuffed nose and
wonder why she couldn't remember crying. For now, though,
her slumbering mind embraced another which reached for hers,
screaming love and betrayal and asking questions for which
there were no easy answers.