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Title: Slayer's Lament
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seraphcelene
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Buffy's willing feet carried her to the scaffolding's edge. She threw her welcoming arms wide and dived into hell, deep and candle lit. It wasn't the fall that killed her or the kiss of rising Earth. It was everything before and between, a catalog of years and losses.
When she fell, it was every way she'd ever thought of falling and never had: into Angel's demon's kiss; into the euphoria of blood loss; she and Faith holding hands, kicking down doors and shattering glass.
Tragic hero's price carved like bitter coins onto her tombstone:
She saved the world.
A lot.
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seraphceleneA/N: spoiled for The Gift. 100 words written for the Land(ing) challenge at
open_on_sundayBuffy's willing feet carried her to the scaffolding's edge. She threw her welcoming arms wide and dived into hell, deep and candle lit. It wasn't the fall that killed her or the kiss of rising Earth. It was everything before and between, a catalog of years and losses.
When she fell, it was every way she'd ever thought of falling and never had: into Angel's demon's kiss; into the euphoria of blood loss; she and Faith holding hands, kicking down doors and shattering glass.
Tragic hero's price carved like bitter coins onto her tombstone:
She saved the world.
A lot.
