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( open post! ) voicetest → faith lehane
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→ drop a prompt - images or previously written scenarios work best for me.
→ canon point is the last few eps of btvs s7; will not play her from the earlier seasons nope thank you.
→ be backtag friendly because i'm five by five!
idek baby but im not sorry
i'm determined to incorporate the last two pics
She made time for Buffy. She made time for this cause. It was all she could give, wasn't it? Time. She'd served it, she'd longed for it, she'd had it in her hands as she passed it around like cards to the girls upstairs. But because she could deal it out didn't mean she could simply sit around and be patient with said time. Buffy had been eying her like a teacher eyed an annoying student; she could only take so much of the stink-eye. She needed some air, or better company, than to sit under the watchful and judgy eye of someone who knew she was better than Faith. "I'm out," she'd said, and she'd slipped from her stool and went straight for the basement.
Walking down said stairs, her feet thump loudly against the wooden planks, not caring if the monster in the basement knew she was approaching. He'd be in bed, wrapped up in the sheets, hopefully with pants, avoiding the research lesson up in the kitchen. In her hands was a book, but Faith paid it no mind. Her face morphed into a large smile as she hit the last step.
"Yo, Spike," she tossed herself onto his bed, shuffling until her head hit the wall and she was comfortable. "All this research is putting me to sleep, man." In her hands was a big tome of pages and words. Pages and words Faith Lehane had no intention of reading. Reading was for the stuffy guys upstairs, the ones who didn't need to spend every waking hour trying to throw a punch at different angles with different speeds. The Potential Slayers were wasting their time with their computer skills when they should've been outside in the sun — enjoying it.
we got this
"Looks like a load of rubbish to me."
It should have felt strange, or even, invasive for her to greet him in this way, but it had been years since he'd had concern for privacy and he had one Buffy Anne Summers to thank for that. There was also just something about Faith, the strong sense of a kindred spirit, perhaps.
holds your hand
"You didn't have to read shit back then," she said, sighing, shifting on the bed until she found herself comfortable leaning against the wall. She pushed herself forward and grabbed a pillow, shoving it hard against the wall before leaning back against it. "You just did it, you know? B's wasting her time. Those kids need to be out there doing, not reading."
ew cooties
He felt awkwardly like he needed reading glasses even knowing he definitely didn't, but this text was so dense and incomprehensible he wondered how far Buffy's head must be up her beautiful yet pasty ass to think Faith Lehane was the candidate for deciphering it.
Not that Faith was stupid, far from it, but her strengths didn't lie in research and recon. She put the hurt on, and Spike had to admire her style, even from afar. Or his lame and worn basement mattress, as it were.
licks your face
She just didn't have time for reading. There was an apocalypse on the horizon, and the big saviour of the world was too busy trying to find the right books for these kids to immerse themselves in. Who cared about the big bads or the old legends? That stuff wasn't important. Defense was.
It was clear to her that Spike wasn't going to follow her rant. Perhaps his head had been lodged way too far up Buffy's pasty ass to really take note of a comrade bitching. She then nudged him, pointedly looking at the cigarette between his fingers.
screams in horra
See, Faith? Spike listened. Selectively, but he still did it.
cackles menacingly
sideeyes
waggles eyebrows how you doin'
faints u r 2 sauve
oh yeah i still got it
"So, what is this? Your little love den?" She smirked outright, then. As disgusting as it was picturing Buffy and Spike being groiny with each other, she certainly did like to see how far she'd have to go to get this vamp to squirm.
swoons
It was painful to talk about, even if he knew she was just trying to get a rise out of him. It sucked, but he had been the one to make it suck, so he would just have to deal.
"It's not like that."
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She took a drag from the cigarette, slowly exhaling the smoke. "It's cool, man. Two heroes blowin' off some steam while preparing for the apocalypse."
fractures skull WHAT NOW WHAT NOW
"It's not-- Nevermind." Spike wasn't upset with her, only himself. He leaned against the cement wall and grabbed up the pillow she had stolen now that she had his cigarette.
pets you lovingly???
What did one say to a comrade in emotional crisis? Faith didn't know. She barely had any comrades, and when they were in a crisis, it was usually due to her. She sat in silence, taking drags of her cigarette. "And if it is the truth, then B needs to know."
purrs
"She already knows, Faith. Trust me. It's better left alone." He hugged the pillow to his chest and sighed like a heartsick teenager. Accurate tbh.
woofs
"Jeez," she said, holding up her hands in surrender. "Try to make that sensitive spot less obvious. You and Buffy's business isn't mine. Got it loud and clear."
She sighed, offering him the cigarette in an attempt of an olive branch and a good topic change. "So. All these girls in a house with you and Xander. That's gotta be the high life, huh?" She nudged him again with her elbow.
scritches ears
"It's bloody loud more like. A bloke can't get a decent day's rest, not even down here." Glancing over, he loosened his hold on the pillow and gave her a look that he hoped conveyed he didn't mind this sort of loudness; in close proximity. There was something about Faith that made him able to relax; to drop all the stiff-shirtedness he had needed to get by in this house until now.
It wasn't just something, but rather several somethings that he shared in common with the slayer. It was merely difficult to say exactly where each trait sat on their own personal venn diagram. But the effects were hard to argue with, and he appreciated her company when everyone else saw him as furniture.
"Listen, I didn't mean... It's just not my place. I doubt Buffy would want the story told." And why wouldn't she be ashamed of him? Her last in a long chain of mistakes even he couldn't deny.
you win the cute awards
While Faith was about to work herself up a retort about the sorority forming upstairs, she didn't quite want to make fun of this weird army of girls just yet. Something about it felt off, like the timing, or like maybe this wasn't something Spike wanted to really focus on.
"But what about you?" she cocked her eyebrow. She didn't understand why Spike was being such a … wimp. He was so whipped it made Faith's head spin. She understood he was trying to do the whole knight in shining soul armour, but that wasn't right, not saying his side of things. That was like Faith keeping her mouth shut every time Buffy brought up the past or did something shitty. "It's your story, too, isn't it?
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"I... hurt her. We had a thing, last year, but I..." He couldn't actually bring himself to say the words, one hand buried in his own hair. It didn't have anywhere near the amount of gross hair product it usually did. "I had to make a change, yeah? You get that."
She had to.
i will take them from you if you are bad
Faith had changed for herself, not for another human being. In order to be able to look at herself in the mirror, she needed to be able to change the shape of who she saw. And she did, with time. While she wanted to know the gory details of what made Spike change from good to bad, she knew it wasn't her business. And Buffy would try and kill her if she knew. But it must've been big. Maybe as big as torturing Wesley.
She glanced at him. "No offense. Guess you're not really the reflecting type, huh?"
8( rude but i'll be good ok i promise
"It got quiet up there." Too quiet. "Your money's on Buffy or the girls?"
icr what you're promising so feel free to break your promise
Cocking her head to the staircase, she arched her brow, "Wanna take a peek?"
i probably never had a real promise
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She had to make a big deal out of something so small: Spike being a good guy? Not something she could ever quite get used to. Over her shoulder, the grinned, "Wanna open the door for me, too?"
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cas stop walking in on faith damn
no, cas! stop perving and not joining in on the fun!
[ buffy's slayer army is something of a formidable force. they're practiced, they're skilled, they've been hardened by loss and war. but the girls, despite being heightened to the slayer they always had the potential of being, are still being picked off as if they're flies. ]
[ it doesn't sit well with faith. ]
[ she takes out her rage and anger and grief on those who fight on the wrong side. most of them aren't as strong as the priest she remembers as clear as day, but she still comes home with a few broken bones, skin painted in purple bruises, and an ego that's as defeated as a vampire in pure sunlight. faith does it to punish herself for not being able to keep those girls safe. buffy tries to toughen them up to the point where they're stone, but faith knows where that path leads. she tries to guide with a softer touch, but, even now, the two slayers still butt heads. ]
[ and a part of her seeks out that violence, that punishment that summers won't give her, because, in some warped way, she couldn't save him, either. ]
[ angel turned human. he's fallen further from grace than she ever has. and, yet, he still walks with such strength in his back. what had she done? begged for death. what he merely begs for is help with the laundromat. ]
[ she's lounging in the bath, water filled almost to the brim, slopping over with every shift of her body. the bubbles are disappearing, but the ones that she cares for are still in the bottle in her hand. the pads of her fingers are beginning to prune. ]
[ she hears the door open and she knows it's not buffy. buffy only comes to her when they're in a neutral zone; kitchen, living room, bedroom. it's as if buffy understands, without so much as stating so, what faith's doing. she doesn't blink an eye because she's never really had to deal with it, has she? it's simple, basic math that it's him. ] Yo, C. [ she glances over her shoulder, but realises that she can't see him. she pulls herself up before she shifts, water violently spilling over the edges, as she lies on her stomach, twisting her body like a towel in between hands, and leans her arms over the brim along with her chin. ] We run out of things to brood over yet?
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Human boundaries have never been a huge concern to Castiel either. It was always a problem when he was an angel too. He'd appear in a room and Buffy or Faith would be changing. Once he popped in on Xander by mistake and left without saying anything. They still have yet to tell anyone about what happened. Castiel just assumed it was because Xander was embarassed. He would keep it to himself until he had to bring it up. He's just never had any reason to. The point is that even as a human the boundaries thing is still hard for him to grasp. He rarely knocks when entering the bathroom and bedrooms. The reactions haven't changed from when he was an angel. They yell at him to leave. Faith seems to have stopped caring though. She'll carry on entire conversation with him while in the shower. Willow doesn't mind it that much when he walks in on her changing either. She just sighs and motions for him to leave. Buffy is the one that tends to yell.
Seeing her in the bath is still strange. He turns to leave hoping that he would be able to have this overlooked, but she's noticed him. A typical greeting from Faith. The first dozen times he insisted his name wasn't C and asked her to use his actual name. Eventually he realized it was a losing battle. She would always call him Cas or C. Never Castiel. Dawn called him Cassie and so did Xander. The only person here who did call him Castiel was Andrew and he suspected that was because the man was still scared of Castiel. Human or not he still knew quite a bit about a lot of things. He couldn't best supernatural beings anymore in this state, but humans? It's quite possible he could hold his own. ]
I was not--[ He looks everywhere except for the tub. He's found that in a human body it reacts to things easily. He can't suppress those urges or make them go away. They come to him. Avoiding contact with her naked form is for the best. ]--I was trying to read the instructional manual for one of the vehicles. [ Cas knows the basics of all these things, but putting that into practice is a different story. The basics of driving are simple and he doesn't need instructions how, but rules are another thing entirely. Plus not every car runs the same. Sometimes he needs to know what that devices requires before he can employ what he does know. ] Should I leave?
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[ but castiel has never taken her teasing him, especially about the things he's not very good at, well. he's so easy to poke and prod and get a rise out of. and, sometimes, faith enjoys doing it; other times, she wishes he was harder, less likely to chase after something in red as if he were a bull. he's so damn sensitive; she wonders if it's an angel thing. ]
[ faith sighs, though. castiel is exhausting in the best sort of way. he's not as exhausting as andrew and his stories, or buffy and her need to have her ass kicked to her in a way that asserts her dominance and superiority. he's exhausting because he's sometimes like a child; she's always treated him as though he knows best, because he always has, but it's the minor things, like not knowing how to work a clock or the microwave or anything else that she takes for granted, that she finds herself getting a little caught up in. she doesn't have time for it. she never has time for anything. she can't live, she can't be, she has to run and fight and slay. castiel is only exhausting because he reminds her of the things she's missing out on; those things people take for granted. ]
You can't learn how to drive a car by reading, Cas. You gotta do it.
[ she ignores his question. they're familiar to a point where faith really doesn't give a shit anymore. who cares if he sees her half-dressed? who cares if he walks in on her in the shower? while he needs to learn how to knock and read social cues, it's gotten to a point where faith likes it when someone intrudes on her. it reminds her that she's seen, that she's here, and that she's not exactly alone. ]
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She doesn't boot him immediately so he moves forward into the bathroom. He grabs the wooden chair that's been put in front of the mirror and turns it to face her. He tries not to place it close because while the tub was high and could protect her from a certain angle that wasn't always the case. It's not hard to notice that at times his body has the tendency to betray him when he's around women. It did so as an angel, but he had a certain amount of control over it at that part. He could stop certain things from happening most of the time. Now he was a fish out of water. Human sexuality or bodies kind of were of no importance once upon a time. Things are different now. ] Buffy said if I drove her car she'd turn all my white shirts pink again. I felt it best not to upset her. I thought reading would help her trust me more.
[ Dawn laughed and Xander just shook his head when she told him that. He liked Buffy well enough, but he knew that it was unwise to rattle her cage in that respect. Willow had made a comment about how Buffy wasn't even a good driver in an attempt to make Castiel feel better. He did appreciate the sentiment in the end. ] If I can't assist you in normal ways I'd like to be able to help in a new way. Driving the car seemed like the best option. [ It's sadder than it sounds. You're looking a holy warrior of God. He's a man that's been in wars since he was created and he's been reduced to driving the car. ]
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[ castiel's a fish out of water. and while faith's not the best guide in the world, she's determined to ensure that he's okay. he's got to survive. while he hasn't exactly done his best in ensuring she does, he believed in her when no one else would, when no one else even thought to put such faith in her, and now it's time for a little payback. faith has every plan in the world to track down the sons of bitches who tore his wings from his back and shove them down their throats with a nice little five by five go fuck yourself. ]
[ but she doubts that that will get a smile on his face. he always seemed to take faith's humour in good stride, but one that always bore a quizzical brow. ] Like I said, you can't learn to drive from a book. [ he's not getting it. he doesn't need a book to learn how to drive. he's got one of the best damn drivers sitting in a tub right in front of him. she even gestures to herself, bottle clanging against the edge of the bath. ] I'm a good teacher.
[ she'll take the heart attack. castiel behind the wheel would kill somebody before he even started the engine. but he's a friend and he's family and there's no way in hell she's not going to give him as many of the tools she can while they're in this life together. ]
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And she had.
He's unsure of her driving capabilities. Her fighting tends to be reckless and once upon a time that was how she lived her life. Reckless. He assumes that's how her driving style is as well. Apparently though according to Willow there wasn't anyone in this house that was a worse driver than Buffy. ] You'll teach me how to drive? [ There are things he does know how to do. The television is easy. He's known how to do that even as an angel. He struggled with the microwave at first, but that was because certain buttons needed to be pushed and he didn't understand why you couldn't skip steps. It seemed stupid and counterproductive. He would do as he needed to though. No one dared to try to teach him the computer yet. Willow was gearing up for that little tutorial. ]
I'd like that. [ Even if she was a bad driver it probably wouldn't bother Castiel. If he trusted anyone to teach him something as dangerous as driving it was most definitely Faith. She was his best friend. Family. Probably other things if any interactions with the demons from the past were to be believed. The angel that's in love with you. He's your boyfriend. Wheres the angel, boyfriend? Even Dawn makes casual quips like that, but Castiel chose not to read too much into them.
Cas leans down and pulls the cardboard container holding five beers closer to his feet. The first one is currently being drained by Faith in the tub. He plucks one from the case and lifts it to twist off the top. He's not much of a drinker by nature, but he's learned to do so around Faith. Plus as a human they have a much stronger potency than he remembers. He takes a long sip and swallows. ]
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[ sometimes, she wonders how someone as righteous and holy and good like castiel got stuck with someone so lost and damaged and bad like her. why wasn't he passed off to buffy? she's the good one, the good slayer. buffy would've had his wings back by now. everything she touched turned into gold; the slayer who changed the way their destiny ran. the girl who could do anything and it'd be done right. faith's always been jealous of how people flock to buffy, of how she's the one with the army, of how she's the one who got the scythe and, really, even though it belongs to the slayer in general, it's buffy's. she wants everything buffy has, but there's one thing summers will never ever have over her. ]
[ and that's the assbutt sitting beside her in a chair, sipping a beer like an old lady. ]
[ all that pent up emotion she hasn't quite gotten closure for is exactly why she's bruised and beaten and trying to drink herself under the soapy bubbles of this tub. faith can't quite fix what has broken castiel. she can't reunite him with his own family of human idiots. the winchesters are like a ghosts; she can't quite get her hands on them, despite how fast she runs after them and how tight she tries to grip them. they've always moved on by the time she gets to a town, in secret, of course. castiel can't know what she's trying to do for him. it'll ruin her bad girl cred. ]
[ castiel has a greater purpose, and, yet, here he is, sitting in a bathroom, with her, of all people. she really thinks there's a joke in there somewhere. ]
We'll start tonight. [ even though she really is in no state of mind, drunk or sober, to teach anyone how to drive a vehicle and avoid the poles. ] Night driving at it's finest. Gotta start learning somewhere.