Campfire Tales
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,893
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0
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Currently Reading:
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Campfire Tales
Aged, wise eyes, soft yet intense watched on in quite observation as a group of three childern rested gayly on a fine throw rug, made from the hide of a gravid black bear, it's jaws open wide revealing two large canines and tow rows of very fine ivory white teeth, beady black eyes looking at everything but seeing nothing.
+Sitting in her plush chair by the fire, was seated a woman, dressed strangely in jeans and a muscle shirt, despite the frigid wheather this time of the year; blinding white snow laid about, blanketing the grounds, rooftops, and trees, old man winter had come with the intensity of a hurricane, and left the white luxury in his leave.
+The woman sat quietly, legs tucked underneath herself, her torso leaning to the right into the black leather arm rest, a steaming cup held in her hands which were parked on her lap. There is a calm laid back air to the woman, something about her exudes, confidence, pride, strength.
+"Hey?" A twenty four year old raven haired girl had been watching her sipping her coffee for a while now and had noticed the faw away look in her eyes.
+"Yes Dawn, what is it?"
+Dawn stretches out on the floor, like a large cat, yawning, the light mood of the grey day making her sleepy. "You were getting that look again Buffy, thinking about her?"
+Buffy knows who her younger sister is referring to, she's told her the stories plenty of times and at some point Caleb actually started believing her, it's the younger ones who seem to have taken her stories, her memories, as tales.
+"Yes."
+On days like such, when the snow is out and making leaves cower and tremble, when young adults strew about holding hands, in love, enjoying the charcoal grey skies with each other, she remembers clearly her past, good days and bad days alike. But it's one particular day that makes her heart ache, makes tears slip free late at night when noone can watch her, noone can hear her, the day she found love and lost it at the same time.
+"What was she like? I mean, you tell the stories, but I never met her you know?"
+"I know."
+"What was who like?" Conner, her ten year old boy sits across from her on the floor, he's the more quiet of the two with green eyes and golden blonde hair that hangs in long bangs. "Who's she talking about auntie Dawn?"
+Dawn ruffles his hair playfully, "Hey brat, why don't you sit down and mommy can tell you guys a story."
+"I'm down," Caleb, the eleven year old with dark hair and honey glazed eyes sits on Dawn's right, legs wide open, hands hanging down from his thighs, the chains on his pants clinking against each other. "Mom's stories are pretty wicked." he smirks, casting his dimples at his mother.
+Buffy sucks in a little breath, watching her two sons commute, they remind her so much of herself... of herself and someone else... a quiet, thoughtful someone...
+"Okay," she pulls out her legs from beneath her and reclines into the chair, draping a wool blanket over herself, "where shall I start?"
+Caleb, Conner, and Dawn wait patiently for her to rack her brain. She smiles at them, her sister and her sons, they bring her such joy, they're gifts, gifts from her love.
+"Ahh," she sets the black mug on a lamptable beside her, "Well, it was a cold, stormy, winter day..."
+Sitting in her plush chair by the fire, was seated a woman, dressed strangely in jeans and a muscle shirt, despite the frigid wheather this time of the year; blinding white snow laid about, blanketing the grounds, rooftops, and trees, old man winter had come with the intensity of a hurricane, and left the white luxury in his leave.
+The woman sat quietly, legs tucked underneath herself, her torso leaning to the right into the black leather arm rest, a steaming cup held in her hands which were parked on her lap. There is a calm laid back air to the woman, something about her exudes, confidence, pride, strength.
+"Hey?" A twenty four year old raven haired girl had been watching her sipping her coffee for a while now and had noticed the faw away look in her eyes.
+"Yes Dawn, what is it?"
+Dawn stretches out on the floor, like a large cat, yawning, the light mood of the grey day making her sleepy. "You were getting that look again Buffy, thinking about her?"
+Buffy knows who her younger sister is referring to, she's told her the stories plenty of times and at some point Caleb actually started believing her, it's the younger ones who seem to have taken her stories, her memories, as tales.
+"Yes."
+On days like such, when the snow is out and making leaves cower and tremble, when young adults strew about holding hands, in love, enjoying the charcoal grey skies with each other, she remembers clearly her past, good days and bad days alike. But it's one particular day that makes her heart ache, makes tears slip free late at night when noone can watch her, noone can hear her, the day she found love and lost it at the same time.
+"What was she like? I mean, you tell the stories, but I never met her you know?"
+"I know."
+"What was who like?" Conner, her ten year old boy sits across from her on the floor, he's the more quiet of the two with green eyes and golden blonde hair that hangs in long bangs. "Who's she talking about auntie Dawn?"
+Dawn ruffles his hair playfully, "Hey brat, why don't you sit down and mommy can tell you guys a story."
+"I'm down," Caleb, the eleven year old with dark hair and honey glazed eyes sits on Dawn's right, legs wide open, hands hanging down from his thighs, the chains on his pants clinking against each other. "Mom's stories are pretty wicked." he smirks, casting his dimples at his mother.
+Buffy sucks in a little breath, watching her two sons commute, they remind her so much of herself... of herself and someone else... a quiet, thoughtful someone...
+"Okay," she pulls out her legs from beneath her and reclines into the chair, draping a wool blanket over herself, "where shall I start?"
+Caleb, Conner, and Dawn wait patiently for her to rack her brain. She smiles at them, her sister and her sons, they bring her such joy, they're gifts, gifts from her love.
+"Ahh," she sets the black mug on a lamptable beside her, "Well, it was a cold, stormy, winter day..."