Faith (Buffy, G)

[carlyinrome]

The great expanse of desert rolls out before her like the sea: endless, moving so slightly and so constantly that you almost can’t tell it’s moving at all.

She comes here, in her dreams. For her, the realest borrowed dreams haven’t been the ones where other girls chosen like her fall the way she will fall; for her, the realest slayer dream is this one. She is stranded in the primeval’s desert, far from water, from any kind of soft thing or sweet touch.

She is alone, bearing nothing but her strongest weapon.

I have come with my mustard seed.