||[Jan. 7th, 2005|10:26 am]
Into the Now - Post BTVS/ATS Original Rp
Wasn't I dead? Is this Heaven?|
I woke up with a start, groaning. I rubbed my eyes, and squinted at the darkness, trying to make out any shapes. Having no luck, I thought that I had gone blind. The cold surface made me shiver, and then did I realise that I was unencumbered by clothing.
No, not dead. At least, not anymore.
I quickly got off the floor and walked around. Touching the walls, I found that this was quite a large chamber (possibly in the caves), and that there was a passage out of it. But before I even had the chance to approach it, I heard a noise. It sounded like footsteps. Instinctively, I stood back and adopted a defensive stance, forgetting about my extreme case of nudity for the moment.
Waiting for whoever it was to make his move.
It was wonderful to listen to the young man babble again. Just like the old times.
I remembered flashes of the final battle. That day, out in the battlefield, when I...
But... he said... everyone died. And the whole world went to hell... "Buffy and the others. They're all gone?" I looked down, knowing what the answer probably was. "I imagine I must've cause a great deal of grief," I said, bitterness in my voice. "I was the first one to die... I was weak and, I-I failed them."
I knew what they say, 'no use crying over spilt milk'. What's done was done, and there was no way to change any of that. But I still couldn't help feeling guilty. I was useless when the final battle came.
And yet, I was brought back. There must be a reason for this.
"Well..." I started, clearing my throat, seeking a change of subject. By then, a crowd had gathered, looking at us curiously. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I tried to avoid looking at them. "... uh, perhaps we could find some clothes for me. I'm a little uncomfortable walking around stark naked, to be honest," I said, mustering a small smile.
I frowned, listening to Giles speak about failure, but I held myself back into launching into a 'that's bullshit' rant as I watched his facial expressions carefully, giving the man his moment of reflection. He was entitled to that much, I mean god knows I needed time to come to terms with A. Being alive and C. Waking up...in hell.
I shook my head a grinned as I heard the murmurs of awe and shock from the crowed and then looked to Giles, laughing softly at his clothing request. "Jeera..." I gestured towards a small woman holding a small boy on her hip. "This is Giles..." I spoke slowly, watching her translate the information in her head, a bit of confusion flickering over her delicate features as she moved forward...no wait, 'glided' forward.
"Giles, this is Jeera...and little Giles." Introductions made I smiled and looked between the two. "Right...Giles need some pants." Then I saw comprehension spark in the small black haired woman's grey eyes. She nodded and said eyes studied Giles carefully, her eyes brows raising and something akin to being impressed flickered over her features.
I did not envy Giles then...not at all. I resisted the urge to snicker...just barely.
I gave her a smile and followed the customary greeting procedure of shaking hands, as Xander introduced us. I picked up on something Xander said and looked at him, confused. "... little Giles...?"
Noticing Jeera's eyes on me, I flashed a brief smile at her, well aware that she was examining me, and a little uncomfortable under her scrutiny. Leaning over to Xander, I whispered, "I surely hope that's just her way of taking measurements."