a glance back, spiral locks bounce & fall at young but square shoulders.
“ oh - ! i – thank you, miss.
i made it. “
“No way, you made that?! That’s so cool– - I don’t think I even KNOW anyone else who can do more than maybe sew in straight line!”
Her smile is wide and compliment genuine as she meets the other woman’s gaze. Honestly, all she wants to do is take a closer look at that dress, but she definitely doesn’t want to get up in a stranger’s space if they wouldn’t be okay with it.
Lilah looked at her and smiled. “You’re heard of me, how flattering and you are?” she figured she was a friend of Angel’s but she wasn’t up on who all of them were. “As for what I’m doing here,well that would be my job..:”
“Oh yeah? And what sort of job is that?”
She opted to not introduce herself, not wanting to give herself away as the Slayer’s sister until she knew exactly what Lilah was doing here.
“Alright. I’ll tell you. There was this demon once, dead now …. but alive at the time. It attacked me & was super strong. That’s pretty much it. Wouldn’t have gotten it if I would have been paying attention.”
“That sounds like the sort of explanation Buffy would’ve given me when I was fourteen– - but sure, I’ll buy it for now. Why weren’t you paying attention?“
“Yeah, I borrowed a Council car since I figured you’d have more luggage than we could fit on my bike…damn you got tall.” Faith replied, offering the younger woman a smile even as she felt slightly bewildered by the change from gangly teen the last time she saw her to someone who looked like they’d just stepped off a runway. The Slayer had settled pretty easily into city life, a lot more so than she had the suburbs upon rolling into Sunnydale all those years ago. This was more her speed, busy and alive and a little rude. No fake smiles or ‘welcome to the neighborhood’ fruit baskets.
“You were definitely right about that; there’s no way it all would fit unless it was riding the bike by itself.”
Dawn couldn’t help but smile at Faith’s bewildered tone. It really had been a while since they’d last seen each other; ever since Sunnydale’s hellmouth finally collapsed and they all went their separate ways, she hadn’t been in touch with the darker Slayer at all. She was glad, though, that out of all of the Slayers that now existed that she could’ve been assigned to, it had been an old friend, not a fresh-faced fifteen-year-old who couldn’t even hold a stake right. With Faith, they could actually get something important done; they’d be able to actually make this city better.
She shook those thoughts aside for now, though, her grin only widening as she slyly replied,
“I guess I stole all the tall genes that Buffy missed out on. Who knew you could look this short, though, Faith?”
It was safe to say that being back in the States for the first time in years was unnerving. Especially since now she was on the other side of the country, isolated in the Big Apple and far away from anyone else she actually knew who was left here.
