❝B and Spike?❞ Faith is only mildly surprised. She’d thought something had been going on between them back in Sunny-D. No wonder Angel had been extra broody lately. ❝Actually that makes a lot of sense. Good for them.❞
She rummages in her jacket pocket for the scrap of paper she’d scribbled on. On it is a poorly drawn symbol. Lots of swirls and spirals that may or may not be snakes.
❝I have this. Unfortunately I don’t have Angel’s skill with a pencil, but it’s the best I could do. Found it on a body. Nineteen year old girl… I guess they were done with her.❞
“Yeah, they’ve been a thing for a while now.” she adds, pleasantly surprised by Faith’s reaction. “I’ll make sure to pass your stamp of approval along.” Dawn quickly pushes the matter of her sister and Spike to the side, though, instead focusing on the symbol held out for her to inspect. The knowledge that it was found on someone so close to her own age makes Dawn a little sick to her stomach, but at least she’s used to the feeling by now. “That seems familiar, but… I can’t quite place it. Guess we’re gonna have to hit the books, then - just like the good old days, huh?”
“Pft, you’re still a bean-pole though Junior.” Faith shot back, holding back a smile though her dimples gave her away. Then she picked up a few of Dawn’s bags and gestured with her head for her to follow. She led the way out to the parking lot with sure steps, side-stepping other pedestrians and trading insults almost cheerfully after near collisions. Her Boston accent was stronger than it had been in Sunnydale, but still blended with a strange West coast lilt that cropped up every now and then after years on that side of the country. But most of all she seemed almost at peace, settled in a way no one from back then had ever seen her.
Smirking and liftingup the remainder of her bags - basically all the lighter ones, she couldn’t help but note - Dawn was quick to follow after the shorter woman. Lingering behind Faith, she grinned at the sight of the Slayer acting - well, just as she remembered her to be, basically. After a few years of spending a majority of her time with stuff old watchers in England, the sight was oddly comforting. Only once they passed a majority of airport crowds did she bother catching up, silently thanking her long legs for being able to keep up with Faith’s quick stride. “So – do you have a car, or are we being classic New Yorkers and taking the train?”
“ well i – i don’t see any issue in such a request, i always did enjoy teaching .. though your name be in requirement. “
even the kindest & most pure of heart can take on wit like an old sweater wo - rn so much it fits the most comfortably out of any piece in wardrobe collection.
a smile, slight - the corner of rose petal lips curling upwards below bright hues.
though slight brow furrow —-
“ did you say wounds ? “
“You like sewingAND teaching, and you’regorgeous? Wow, you’re like my mom’s dream daughter or something.”
A wide smile is flashed in return– - though with just a touch of shyness, once she realizes just what she said. She’s quick to shake it off, though; Dawn’s never been one to let her own awkwardness deter her for long.
“Oh! Sorry, it’s - Dawn. Dawn Summers. What’s yours?”
