Dawn Summers

+ going to be me. For tomorrow. For the world. For the Slayer. For myself. For Buffy."

+ someone had to keep fighting; someone had to stay strong. And that, - I decided when the tears finally refused to keep flowing -, was +

+ had overlooked me when the time of choosing a Slayer had come along, Fate was mercilessly shoving me out the door this time. After all, +

+ sunny and good. Otherwise, I would be following her soon after. But no. Someone had to keep fighting. And although the Powers-That-Be +

+ ugly, and evil in the world, she never lost her sunny self. I needed to remember her like that. Like life; like all things happy and +

+ was life. Everything about her had been full of life and happiness. However ironically, surrounded by death, decay and all the bad, +

+ what I wanted; it's what I needed. I didn't need people understanding or sympathising, I just needed me, silence, and my memories. She +

+ asking, expecting some sort of emotional response or breakdown or /something/. Something other than my mute silence. But silence is +

+ thought about a lot of things the days following. Everyone asked me if I was alright. No. No, I wasn't and I was sick of people +

|| Last solo for @BuffyverseRP || #ForBuffy "I thought about death. I thought about it a lot. I thought about dying, about living; I +

At @TheBronzeClub tonight, and no, it's not for dancing... xitter.cf/ripperintweed/status/6…

So one could say by the sixth it would have reached a "move the hell out of town because you're cursed or something" level? @Cordelia_Chase

So I'm thinking about making a poll: By Sunnydale standards, how many kidnappings construe as "too many" kidnappings?

+ stay in the running before they were eventually sacrificed for the greater good of "the game"? {End Solo} #Taken!... Again

+ the head made her consciousness give way to darkness, but as she blacked out, one prevailing thought remained: How long could a pawn +

+ soul with an unbearable rage to feel so disposable and weak and just another pawn in the game. Right then, a heavy blow to the back of +

+ in an velvet cloak of scarlet, it somehow sounded positively wicked. She couldn't really see where they were going, but it filled her +