The words were muffled by a multitude of pillows as she slipped into bed, curling up beside the redhead. Dawn couldn’t sleep; she never could any more, not since… everything that had happened. Sure, she’d slept alone for years now, but the house was just so empty– - scary, even– - without the comforting presence of her sister a room over. So here she was instead, hoping that laying with Willow would do something, anything to help her finally sleep.
it’s hard to conceal the smile that takes form on her lips as her sister plops down. is this how her mom had felt on the rare nights she chose to stay home with her instead of going to the bronze before her patrols? quickly, she wills the thoughts away. her mother was the greatest woman she has ever known, but turning into a stay-at-home mother at the age of twenty one isn’t exactly a priority of hers.
❛ let’s see. we have… clueless, she’s all that, 10 things i hate about you – and of course – the classic sixteen candles. ❜
“Ooh, what about Clueless? I mean, it’s like a rom-com classic, right? Cher never gets old.”
She’s utterly oblivious to Buffy’s sentimental train of thought as she leans forward, simultaneously taking a huge bite of pizza and lifting up their movie of choice.
