ethrosdemon ||| Buffy & Angel

Recurring Dream
by ethrosdemon

EMAIL: naturallycalm@yahoo.com
SEP Improv: depth, recur, hero
8/13/01

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“How far down is it?” behind me, Freddie, I knew she was there.

“Don’t know.” On the edge of my boot, the floor falls away, down down to nothing but void.

“I could figure it out, you know the depth. With trigonometry.” Turn to see her face half lit, red on one side, one eye blue, the other yellow.

“I know you could, girl.” Take her hand and *whoosh* into the nothing, falling until I feel my wings extend, brush the edges of the chasm and catch an up-draft. Dead skin on Fred’s hand slipping over the sweat on my palms, our hands barely touching, not enough to keep a hold, but she never falls. She can float without the wings.

Back up on the ledge.

“How far down is it?” Scrape, shuffle of her approach, tiny avalanche of rocks into the pit.

“I never know.” Her fingers pluck at the feathers on my back.

“You don’t have to be the hero this time. We could wait, for someone.” Her voice pitches and hikes from her real one to another, deeper more celtic.

“Shero.” And I snatch her wrist, pull her behind me as I plummet again.



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