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log, ongoing;
When; Thursday, late late night.
Rating; Uh. PG?
Characters; Peter Petrelli![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
totallyyourhero and Buffy Summers.
Summary; A shoulder to cry on.
Log;
Dawn was not going to see her cry, not ever.
Call her stubborn, but force of habit won out this time. She was always the one comforting a crying Dawn, holding her and trying to calm her down. She was always the one who had to be strong, had to look out for her- hell, for everyone. So when it was too much, Buffy would always turn to training. Kicking the hell out of a punching bag hurt, sure. And in retrospect it didn't make her feel any better. But for two seconds, she forgot everything- and Buffy was probably an instant gratification kind of girl.
But this time she didn't know what to do. So she ran.
Buffy hadn't even grabbed a jacket before running outside, still desperate to try and go somewhere where Dawn wouldn't see her. She'd contemplated a bar, but that was too obvious. Besides, she didn't even like alcohol.
The park. Perfect.
It was night, it was dark and it was cold and the park was empty- but Buffy was definitely not complaining. She settled down on the park bench, pulling her knees to her chin and wrapping her arms around them both.
It was only when nobody could see her that she really let it all out.
Feeling like a little kid as the fat tears rolled off her nose and splashed onto her jeans, Buffy tried to stop the random hiccoughing and convulsions that came with. Nothing like crying shown in the movies. It was gritty and painful and real- her chest hurt from lack of breathing, her throat hurt, her eyes burned. Random mixed emotions ran through her veins like blood, clenching her fists as she gulped for air.
Mom. The doctors. The tumors. Ben. Glory. Dying. Running.
Pain.
All of it, mixed in together, mashed into one incoherent thought. A cacophony of the worst emotions all playing out together. Mom.
Melodramatic, she was not- and Buffy was struggling to stop the tears, so she could wipe her eyes and go home to Dawn looking somewhat normal. And be the big sister she was supposed to be.
[OOC- SO uh. If this is confusing, just know that Dawn just told Buffy that their mom dies. Like, four episodes after from where she was taken. This is basically the reaction]
Rating; Uh. PG?
Characters; Peter Petrelli
totallyyourhero and Buffy Summers.Summary; A shoulder to cry on.
Log;
Dawn was not going to see her cry, not ever.
Call her stubborn, but force of habit won out this time. She was always the one comforting a crying Dawn, holding her and trying to calm her down. She was always the one who had to be strong, had to look out for her- hell, for everyone. So when it was too much, Buffy would always turn to training. Kicking the hell out of a punching bag hurt, sure. And in retrospect it didn't make her feel any better. But for two seconds, she forgot everything- and Buffy was probably an instant gratification kind of girl.
But this time she didn't know what to do. So she ran.
Buffy hadn't even grabbed a jacket before running outside, still desperate to try and go somewhere where Dawn wouldn't see her. She'd contemplated a bar, but that was too obvious. Besides, she didn't even like alcohol.
The park. Perfect.
It was night, it was dark and it was cold and the park was empty- but Buffy was definitely not complaining. She settled down on the park bench, pulling her knees to her chin and wrapping her arms around them both.
It was only when nobody could see her that she really let it all out.
Feeling like a little kid as the fat tears rolled off her nose and splashed onto her jeans, Buffy tried to stop the random hiccoughing and convulsions that came with. Nothing like crying shown in the movies. It was gritty and painful and real- her chest hurt from lack of breathing, her throat hurt, her eyes burned. Random mixed emotions ran through her veins like blood, clenching her fists as she gulped for air.
Mom. The doctors. The tumors. Ben. Glory. Dying. Running.
Pain.
All of it, mixed in together, mashed into one incoherent thought. A cacophony of the worst emotions all playing out together. Mom.
Melodramatic, she was not- and Buffy was struggling to stop the tears, so she could wipe her eyes and go home to Dawn looking somewhat normal. And be the big sister she was supposed to be.
[OOC- SO uh. If this is confusing, just know that Dawn just told Buffy that their mom dies. Like, four episodes after from where she was taken. This is basically the reaction]