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'Empiricism' by Quinara (PG; ~1000 words)
Monday, September 23rd, 2013 11:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quinaraThis is a companion piece for my other fic, Idealism. I don't know if this really works how I wanted it to, but it's at the point of either posting as-is or scrapping entirely. Still with the Kant ("Morality is not the doctrine of how we may make ourselves happy, but how we may make ourselves worthy of happiness."); set immediately after Dirty Girls in S7. It's really not meant to be that bleak...
Empiricism
by Quinara.
The dust settles like powdered sugar. Buffy watches it, eyes caught on the pattern before the guy in front of her goes and screws it up with one panicked clamber back into reality. “She was… That bitch was gonna eat me!”
It’s not the best comeback Buffy’s ever heard. But the guy’s face is waxy with shock, when she looks at him, so she wonders whether maybe she should give him a pass. He’s clutching his neck and there’s blood leaking down his wrist. So, “Yeah,” Buffy tells him, no irony allowed. “Some bitches do that.”
It’s enough to send the guy stumbling away, hopefully grumbling towards medical help. ( ... )
Empiricism
by Quinara.
The dust settles like powdered sugar. Buffy watches it, eyes caught on the pattern before the guy in front of her goes and screws it up with one panicked clamber back into reality. “She was… That bitch was gonna eat me!”
It’s not the best comeback Buffy’s ever heard. But the guy’s face is waxy with shock, when she looks at him, so she wonders whether maybe she should give him a pass. He’s clutching his neck and there’s blood leaking down his wrist. So, “Yeah,” Buffy tells him, no irony allowed. “Some bitches do that.”
It’s enough to send the guy stumbling away, hopefully grumbling towards medical help. ( ... )
