Her Memories The Colour Of Smoke

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Last second post. Sorry I missed my assigned day, time ran out as it does sometimes and I couldn’t keep up. So here.

The scene popped into my head as I was finally reading Season 8 and took up residency there. Call it grieving, call it commemoration, call it missing the last person she felt a real connection to, call it being lonely. Whatever you call it, in my world, Buffy needed it.

Okay, I needed it. Season 8 made me really, really need it.

We’ve seen Buffy forever drifting away from people, isolated, disconnected. Her very personal curse, as scripted by Joss. And maybe it’s because I read the story though my shipper-tainted glasses, but I could just imagine her slipping away for a few minutes in the middle of the night to remember. Maybe it happened just the once. Maybe it’s become a little ritual when she’s feeling especially low. Maybe there’s a baby slayer regularly swearing at her mysteriously disappearing nicotine.

I slipped the scene between the pages of the comics on the sly, but feel free to imagine it whenever you see fit.

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Thanks for another great round you guys. Always so very happy this community is still alive.


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