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Subject:living on your breath/feeling with your skin...
Time:11:53 pm
Glinda and I had a good chat this morning. Sort of funny, really, that we can get on. Wouldn't have thought Tara was the sort of bird who'd like me, but of all the Scoobies she'd always been the most tolerant of me. Well, her 'n Anya, but Anya was too hung up on what that git Xander thought to really become my friend. Shame, really, cos she had a bit more going for her than Red or the boy. But yeah, Tara and I talked a few things over. Didn't get too into everything, but we cleared the air a bit. I don't think she trusts me completely, and she shouldn't, but she... seems willin' to give me a chance, which I reckon is more than I deserve. We sort of agreed I can stay here for a bit. Not exactly a long term solution, cos what am I going to do, sleep on the sofa forever? I know there's a bedroom free, but the thought of sleeping in Buffy's old bed every night, surrounded by her stuff... Too much to bear, I reckon.

After breakfast I went back into the sitting room. Watched a bit of telly, drank the rest of the pig's blood Tara had given me. No need to tell her that I can hunt now. Don't think she'd treat me so warmly if she knew. I heard Dawn get up and go out. She didn't come in to see me, which I sort of expected. So I watched some daytime TV, and then fell asleep on the sofa for the afternoon.

I woke up in the early evening, just as the sun was setting. Tara was out, probably grocery shopping or something. Dawn wasn't in the house either. And I was hungry, and restless. It felt strange, having spent this time in a domestic setting. I wasn't used to it. Talking to people wasn't something I'd done much of over the last four months. Drinking and passing out in my car, yes, and murdering a lot of people - that I could do. But bein' civilised was difficult. So I needed to let off a bit of steam.

I found a girl, but for the first time in months she wasn't blonde. The girl I spotted was tall, slim, and brunette. Her hair hung in a long brown sheet down her back, the way Dawn used to wear hers before she got all hardcore, and she was wearing a neat little skirt and jacket. When I got closer to her I found she smelled of grape lipbalm and cherry shampoo. She looked up at me with wide eyes and made a silent "O" with her mouth before I grabbed her.

When I was done with her, I found she didn't look much like Dawn at all, and I felt vaguely sick. I dropped her body in an alley and went to a 7-11. I drank a six pack of beer sitting on a park bench, and then I took a bottle of whisky and a packet of smokes home with me.

I came into the house quietly, through the back door. I could hear Tara moving upstairs, but I didn't feel like company. Maybe she sensed that, because she didn't come downstairs. Or maybe it was the sort of time she usually went to bed. I didn't know, or frankly care that much. Instead I opened the bottle of Jack and got myself a tumbler and sat at the breakfast bar, smoking my way through a pack of fags. I kept the kitchen door open to let the smoke out, and I breathed in the night air. I'm not sure how long I sat there, drinking whisky, but I was feeling comfortably numb when I heard footsteps.

((Open to Tara and Dawn.))
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sired1880spike
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Time:2007-03-13 04:15 pm (UTC)
"I know," Tara says simply, and we all stand around in an uncomfortable silence. I can see why Dawn hates to upset her. Tara has this whole good angel thing going on that would be annoying if she wasn't such a nice bird. No one wants to disappoint her.

I'm surprised when Tara starts making breakfast. It reminds me again of Joyce. I wouldn't tell her that, o'course. No twenty-odd year old woman wants to be compared to a forty year old. But since I'm in triple figures, that sort of thing doesn't bother me. I always liked Joyce. Nice lookin' woman an' all, for her age. And she was good. Didn't judge people. Just got on with stuff. Tara's like that, I reckon.

I look over at Dawn, who's looking a bit brighter already in the face from whatever the hell it was Tara gave her. My stomach clenches and I look away. I'm glad she has Tara to look out for her, cos I think my looking after Dawn days might be over. Sad to say.

"I'll give you a hand," I say to Tara, taking the plates out of her hands and putting them on the breakfast bar. "You make a mean pancake," I add, by way of thank you.
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lockless_key
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Time:2007-03-15 06:44 am (UTC)
"Both," I say in response to Tara's breakfast question. I didn't know it was so late... or early. Good thing it's not a school night. I can sleep during the day, or something. I remember when I wanted to do that 'cause I thought it was cool 'cause Spike did it.

Spike.

"I'm gonna shower really fast, k?" I give Tara a quick hug and practically run out of the kitchen and up the stairs. On the way to the bathroom I shed my clothes, pumps first, then skirt, shirt, bra, etcetera. I don't feel so drunk anymore, thanks to Tara's magical herb thinger. Not sure if it's really magical, but it feels like it sometimes.

I step into the shower, waiting a few seconds for the water to become hot, letting it hit my skin, letting the steam cover up the mirror. I just want to wash it all off. The alcohol on my fingers where the beer sloshed over the sides of the cup, the feel of Jake's fingers on my waist, the smoke in my hair. The feel of Spike's body pushing me into the kitchen counter and how his heart didn't beat. Just - all of it. Gone, I want it gone.

I make sure not to stay too long in the shower and jump out quickly, wrapping my hair in a towel turban and slipping into my room to put on clean clothes. Old, faded jeans that are so comfortable they're like a second skin and a plain black tank top. Running a brush through my hair, I head back downstairs, the whole process taking maybe fifteen minutes, and I can smell Tara's pancakes already. My stomach growls.
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magick_goddess
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Time:2007-03-21 03:09 pm (UTC)
Dawn hugs me and takes off to go shower, I ignore Spike for the most part while she's gone, keeping myself busy making breakfast for the three of us. I have mixed feelings right now with Spike here and I'm not sure if I like most of them.

I can't say that things were fine without him here, but I can't say that things are going to get better now that he is. There's one thing that always remained true and that Spike was trouble, more so with the chip. He was manipulative and that only reminded me of my father and brother; all unhappy memory's for me.

Making breakfast is an almost automatic response for me, I've done it so many times. It took me a while after...after everything to remember that it was mostly Dawn and I that would be eating and not a house full of friends.

Dawn comes back and I smile at her, she even looks better now that she's showered. "Feel better, Dawnie?" I turn back to the eggs, beating them and using my free hand to reach over for the cheese. "Breakfast will be done soon. Do you want tea or coffee?" I glance at her hopefully. "Or maybe even juice?"
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sired1880spike
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Time:2007-03-23 10:37 pm (UTC)
I watch Tara busy herself around the kitchen. She doesn't meet my eyes, even when I get the plates out for her. Reckon she's not that comfortable around me. 'Salright; don't really expect her to be.

I step over to the window and glance out. The sky is beginning to lighten, and I tug the blinds closed. Tara glances up.

"Sorry," I say. "The sun." I shrug and sit down again at the island, wishing for another cigarette, even though I've smoked a whole packet tonight. Nothing here is simple. I'd... I'd hoped that coming back here might straighten things out for me. Straighten me out. But I keep thinking of the way I pressed Dawn against the island, and how I wanted to hurt her. Touch her or hurt her. Maybe both.

Dawn comes back in, and freshly showered she looks almost her age again. Tara offers her drinks.

"I'll have a brew if you're offering," I say sardonically.
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