herotypical | ooc ↻ appointments & messages

ooc ↻ appointments & messages

❮ buffy, when i said you could slay vampires and have a social life, i didn't mean at the same time! ❯

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ATTENTION -- looking for old threads? previous appointment posts can be found here and here.

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".........Vampire." Jack bent to pick up his hair. There was quite a lot on the ground. He felt, suddenly, exhausted with all of this.

...Her nerves sang out -- shouted out, really -- for her to break away and chase Drusilla down. Especially since she'd seen the bolt actually hit the vampire. Perhaps she could--

"Jack," Buffy straightened, dropping the now ammoless bow. He was cut, albeit not fatally. And so these seconds she now spend worrying over him ensured Drusilla's escape.

"Oh my God. Come here."

Buffy drew him into a hug.

"Annie? Wish I could take you away from all of this."

That admission was whispered forcefully. Jack hugged her back. "No escapes here. None. And I want you to be surrounded by beautiful...beauty. Joy. And."

He was babbling, now; almost lightheaded with anger and regret and grief.

Regret. Guilt. Oh, how he'd always hated hated HATED those feelings. The instinct? To run. To buggering bloody well RUN. FAR. AWAY.

She shook with her own breath. Trembling right to the core. Drusilla had snipped his hair but, God, how close she'd come to those wings. Buffy buried her fingers in them now, gently pushing between the feathers.

"It's my fault. I should've known better than to drag you out where we didn't have a house protecting us."

"Drag us home, then. Quicklike."

It was unnerving to have her touch the wings when so much of his back felt like it was on fire. Not unpleasant, exactly -- but not comfortable.

Her breathing remained quick. This? This was a nightmare. One she'd possibly actually had with some frequency in the past few weeks. Ever since that threat...

Screw conflict. Screw tension. Screw the still unsettled argument. Buffy wrapped an arm around his waist and snuggled in close, needing to feel his warmth as a proof of his life. Love came sharply into perspective once again when that love was threatened.

"I hit her, at least. I think."

"You did, because you're brilliant. Come on, love."

Jack didn't want Seven; he wanted the Joanna.

No.

He wanted the Pearl.

"I was lucky, Jack. Thinking otherwise is just gonna lead to being cocky. And being cocky gets people killed."

"It's always worked for me."

"...Well? It's not my style. I'd rather not risk anyone dying on my watch."

"It wasn't your watch. It was us -- together. We were...trying to have a bit of fun."

When had he gone so wrong in helping her to simply play.

You, she wanted to tell him. You were trying to have a bit of fun. She was simply playing along because...well, because she was tired of feeling angry. Buffy should have known better.

She would feel better once they were back on the path. "I would've failed anyway."

"With that sort of talk? Aye. Indubitably."

"Face it, Jack. I know I have. Marauding just ain't in my blood."

Speaking of blood? She's worried about his cut. "How bad did she get you?"

"Nothing that won't knit together soonish," came the terse reply. Drusilla still had Jack's teeth on edge. Mostly, though, he was upset that Buffy was upset about what had happened. He wasn't a child. He'd survived worse than vampires.

"She tasted you," Buffy said -- sounding oh so sad once again. "I kinda told her that was never gonna happen."

"I've only actually ever been entirely eaten by one thing," explained the Cannibal King. "Buffy? Worse things than her have tasted my blood. It's...

I'm not bothered, sweetheart."

"Maybe you should be bothered...

I mean, when Derek--"

Oh. She shut her mouth so fast. That was one confession that was long-coming. "It's a very weird experience."

Jack pulled her to a halt. "When Derek what." Yes, he was bleeding in the dark damp woods and suddenly feeling very chilled. Stiff. A warm bath would do wonders. But maybe this needed to be sorted now.

"He didn't bite me, if that's what you're asking..."

She was so easy to pull to a halt. So so easy. But she did try and shrug her arm free.

Jack sighed as she did that. His own hands fell limp to his sides. Fine. Let her go and just....let her. Be. Bugger.

"Why don't you just tell me," came the flat, tired response. So un-Jack-like.

"It was...the fight. Obviously. He wasn't himself and I was--

Hurt." Her hand flew to her face, touching where the scratch had once been. But only for a moment. Fleeting.

"It was more of a slurp than a bite." How quickly the information tumbled free now that she had started to share was a testament to how much she still did trust this man beside her. "No less disturbing, though."

".....It's always blood, isn't it."

"Always."

She hugged herself. "It's life."

It was, really: Barbossa's cursed crew had learned that there was more to life than pleasure, and that pleasure without life was nothing.

Jack had taken slightly longer to learn that lesson, really.

"Come on, love. All will be better tomorrow."

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