“Werethings are way nicer. Apart from during the full moon.”
“Oh, I know!My sister’s best friend used to date a werewolf - his name was Oz - and he was pretty cool. Well, when he wasn’t all furry and growl-y, anyway.”
░░░░░░ ☾ “you ask WAY too many questions. i just… hear voices. in my head. it’s not as fun as you’re probably making it out to be, so don’t get excited.”
“Maybe it’s not fun, but it’s still interesting! I mean, how many people do you know who can do something like THAT?”
“It’s not that we don’t take you seriously Dawn. It’s that you’re a walking disaster magnet.” she said. “We tell you not to do something. You do it. Then I have to rescue you! And even if we factor out the thirteen years where the monks made up all my memories of you, you get in trouble more than Xander.”
“Yeah, well,Xander doesn’t have a neon sign saying ‘kidnap me, I’m the Slayer’s sister!’ hanging over his head at all times!” she bites back. Sure, sometimes Dawn got into normal trouble on her own; but that was just classic teenager stuff. The serious things were rarely supernatural-free. “Did you ever think that maybe YOU’RE the walking disaster magnet, not me? No demons would even care about me if I wasn’t with you!”
“Thankfully it looks like you haven’t left any for anyone else to try,” he smirked, leaning back against the couch cushions. “Where on earth did you even buy mint frosting anyway?”
“Why not?” she answered through a mouthful of mint frosting-pizza, shrugging halfheartedly. Honestly, that was Dawn’s motivation for a VAST MAJORITY of her odd food concoctions - why not do it? “I thought it could taste good with something, so I got it.”
Wrapping her arms around Dawn in the same instinctive way that the younger girl had done to her, Tara honestly had no idea what to say. Finding out that Dawn, and all the memories associated with her, were something the monks had done to them had been…it defied explanation. But even so, the fact remained that the girl she was holding was still like a daughter to her, and she could see nothing that would make those feelings disappear. The monks might have had a hand in them, but the rest, it was all something that Tara herself felt.
“Ssshhh…” Gently cooing, Tara carefully placed her hand on Dawn’s upper back, hoping it wouldn’t startle her. “…D-Dawn…sweetie…it’s ok…you’re s-still you…that’s why we still l-love you…”
“But who am I? I’m not real; I’m an ancient glowy ball of light,not a person!” Not that she had really even wrapped her head around that, but it was what she was, wasn’t she? That was what she’d read herself, what EVERYONE had been keeping from her for who knows how long - everyone but Spike knew. Did that include Tara? “Did - did you know?” she asked, her tone turning practically accusatory, though she still clung to the woman with all she had.
As if answering Dawn’s suggestion then was a pop and sticky splattering sound, covering the microwave and everything in a thin white goo. Spike raised his brows and turned away from the microwave, “Like that? Maybe we should chopsticks and the gas range… No, no, on second thought, we’d probably burn the sodding house down.”
“…Yeah, kinda like that.”
She shot Spike a sheepish glance before turning her attention to the microwave. It was still fine on the outside, but the inside was almost COMPLETELY covered in white goo. “There’s no way you could just, like, pull all that out with your vamp strength or something, is there?”
“It’s…different, okay? Humans are the apex predators, we can eat all the animals we want until they start to fight back.”
“We’re WHAT predators? And, well, how do you know vampires aren’t the same… a-whatever-predator? I mean, they technically used to be human too, right?”
