if wishes were horses, beggars would ride @ luceti

[herotypical]

Hey. Keyboard Girl.

You're the one who keeps saying you'd give an arm and a leg and maybe even more to trap Dawn in wingdom with me. Do I miss her? Yes. Do I want her here? ...Yes. But do I want to see you maimed in the process--?

...A-actually, we can probably mark that one down as a 'yes' as well, can't we?

No. Listen. My point is that you really gotta cool it on the casual wishes. Someone might come along and actually grant one of them. And then where would you be? Haven't you seen enough of my life to know that a gal should always wish responsibly?

Still, I suppose I wouldn't exactly be opposed to a few familiar faces...[ oh great now she's in a wishtastic mood. we're all doomed. ]

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[joshamee_gibbs]

You know what they say about wishes, lassie. 'Specially the CASUAL ones.

[Or maybe you DON'T know.]

[herotypical]

[ dear lord someone save her from the facial hair. ]

Is it that they say a dream is a wish your heart makes...? Because I've heard that one, I have.

[joshamee_gibbs]

No, no! Nothing like THAT! [Let HIM tell the story! :|]

No, me dollie: something more along the lines of beggars riding.

[herotypical]

[ buffy summers -- a scourge to all storytellers everywhere. ]

If I beg you not to tell me this story, will you grant my wish?

[idolstolemylook]

Can think of a few things to wish for...

[herotypical]

Spike...

[ she says his name with just that slight spice of warning. caution. apprehension. ]

[idolstolemylook]

Aw. No hugs for your old friend Spike?

[herotypical]

You're not after hugs, Spike. You're never after hugs.

[ never is a bit harsh. but then again, harsh is a good way to start when it comes to this particular ex. ]

[idolstolemylook]

Think you got us reversed, love.

[herotypical]

If I thought a friendly embrace was all you wanted, I'd...

[ well. what would she do? buffy sighs. ]

Well, that'd solve a lot of problems. Wouldn't it?

[idolstolemylook]

Guess I can't pretend I've only ever wanted your friendship, Slayer. But I've worked hard to deserve even that.

[herotypical]

You've got my respect. [ and faith and belief and gratitude, even after everything else. it's hard not to respect the man she saw burn up in the school's basement. burn up for a world that rejected him more often than it accepted him. ]

That might just have to do.

[idolstolemylook]

[After a moment.]

Yeah, all right.

[He knows wishes, too.]

[herotypical]

Friendship, though?

[ her eyes drop. buffy feels guilty for feeling guilty over the fact that she can't give him that. not now; probably not ever. not after-- ]

Well. You said it first. [ you're not friends. you'll never be friends. he said it to her and angel, first. but he still said it. ] You and me weren't built for friendship. Not with each other, Spike.

[ if she could change that... ]

[idolstolemylook]

Yeah, I know. Knew from the first you were callin' the shots, Buffy. An' I'm all right with that.

[Or he will be. He'll have to be. He'll never hurt her again. If he can help it.

But it's confirmation of something. He was right, at that last moment. And despite what she says, the fact that she lied does mean she has some feeling for him. He can live on that.]

[herotypical]

It's not about the shots and who's calling them, Spike. It's about...[ she crosses her arms. ] It's about moving on. I have; you should too.

[ barely. she's barely moved on. she's settled down with someone else in a feathery prison and as deeply as she cares for that someone, it's impossible to shake some feelings. impossible to shake some memories. ]

For both our sakes.

[idolstolemylook]

Yeah, I get it. S'what I wanted for you.

[He smiles.]

Anyway, I've moved on. Lots. All over. Lots of moving. On.

[herotypical]

[ buffy gets that look on her face. that kind of look that screams -- not too much, i hope. not too much moving on. a slightly jealous, possessive look. one that was never worn fairly because she stakes a larger claim on him than she ever allows in reverse. ]

That's --

Good. Great. I'm glad for you. Over the moon. Two thumbs way up.

[ hypocrisy. ]

[idolstolemylook]

[Oh, he sees it. But he's not going to mention it. Not just yet, anyway.]

Oh yeah. Been keeping real busy. Just like I knew you'd've wanted.

[herotypical]

That's Los Angeles for you, I guess. It always knew how to keep a person busy. [ after all, she'd cut her slayer teeth on that city. ] Unless you're no longer in LA?

[ considering she's no longer in scotland. not that luceti is a terrible improvement. ]

[idolstolemylook]

Nope. Dividing my time between two different alternate dimensions, bent on screwing me over one way or another. Never even got to LA.

[herotypical]

[ never even got to la...

well. she can't decide if that's a blessing or not. ]

Could be worse; you could have wings.

[idolstolemylook]

How's that worse, exactly?

[herotypical]

It's exactly like every other alt-dimension with all the attendant horror and heartache, only you also have to cut holes in all your favourite shirts to make room for your new and fluffy appendages.

[idolstolemylook]

Oh.

[MY COAT]

But... you can fly, right?