Silk

[misse]

Disclaimer: Don't own or claim rights to Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Notes: Just a mood piece...

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There was nothing else like this. The stretch of muscle, the weight of a weapon in her hand, and she was sliding through the air like silk over skin. No other feeling better than the dance. Flowing through space like a ribbon through the air, slicing through bodies and out again, unhindered, unfettered. Lost in the dance, loosed from life for the moment, soaring like a kite on the wind. Unable to be hurt where it really counts. Grief was abandoned, pain fled, and she was whole, or as whole as a wraith in the wind could be.

She was free.

Comments

[snowpuppies]

Lovely.