sometimes you stumble upon a dead body late at night, and you just have to deal with it. for buffy, this is just another saturday night. when you make friends with the denizens of the dark instead of killing them like you’re supposed to, sometimes it happens when others are watching. on this particular night, she’s distracted, doesn’t realize she’s not alone until she can almost feel the nearness of him, causing her to whip around with her crossbow in hand, finger about to squeeze the trigger as it comes into contact with his chest and she sighs at the realization that this is not a threat to her plans after all.
❛ jesus, ky, i could’ve killed you !❜ possibly an exaggeration if their first meeting is any indication of the lack of power her normal weapons have against him, but her heart is pounding in her chest as the relief washes over her. ❛ what are you doing here ? i’m busy. ❜ the crossbow falls back to her side, and buffy moves back to the body laying motionless in the alley, the possible solutions running through her head. it’s dark, there’s no one else around ( that she knows of ) now that he’s here, however, maybe he can help. ❛ look, it’s not like i need your help with this, but i mean ——now that you’re here, wanna give me a hand ?❜
❛ could have, should have, but won’t. ❜ for once, ky’lar was in a quite rare decent mood. for once, he didn’t seem to be quite as angry as he usually was. maybe that was just a… mistake on his part, but quite frankly? he didn’t care – not at the moment at any-rate.
❛ if you wanted to kill me, you wouldn’t have stopped yourself. ❜ either way, they had been through this song and dance before. been through it to the point where ky didn’t believe- nor did he think she was a threat ( at least to himself ).
❛ besides, ❜ he said, folding his arms across his chest, and then clapping his hands together for a few moments. ❛ i believe i just gave you a hand, didn’t i? ❜
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