My camp nano isn't going well either (and I really relate to that meme) Here's a little more of the BtVS/AtS cross over Like Stone.
I headed back inside the townhouse, stepping over Moocher. My cat resembled nothing so much as a bowling ball with eyes. Solid black with a few white hairs on his chest, he had grown into a monstrosity from the day Kate gave him to me, saying I needed companionship. Now he was nearly two feet long from nose to tail tip and almost twenty pounds. I didn’t over feed him but he loved to beg. He gave me a filthy look for excluding him from my foray into the back yard, which was his territory; a handkerchief of land just off the porch, hemmed in by a tall privacy fence on all three sides.
I went into the bathroom and ducked my head under the spigot, trying to wash away the dark memories. As usual, they’re far too ingrained for that. Once I had my bone-crushing dream, I’m always up for the night. I looked at the man in the mirror and saw a kid staring out at me. Wes figured it to be my demon aspect. My aging had slowed down somewhere just past puberty. I might be forty but I look sixteen. It was getting troublesome, especially at work. I might have to finally take Wes and Buffy up on their offers to be a Watcher, where my weirdness would be accepted. I wouldn’t mind that.
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Date: 2019-04-04 04:44 am (UTC)I headed back inside the townhouse, stepping over Moocher. My cat resembled nothing so much as a bowling ball with eyes. Solid black with a few white hairs on his chest, he had grown into a monstrosity from the day Kate gave him to me, saying I needed companionship. Now he was nearly two feet long from nose to tail tip and almost twenty pounds. I didn’t over feed him but he loved to beg. He gave me a filthy look for excluding him from my foray into the back yard, which was his territory; a handkerchief of land just off the porch, hemmed in by a tall privacy fence on all three sides.
I went into the bathroom and ducked my head under the spigot, trying to wash away the dark memories. As usual, they’re far too ingrained for that. Once I had my bone-crushing dream, I’m always up for the night. I looked at the man in the mirror and saw a kid staring out at me. Wes figured it to be my demon aspect. My aging had slowed down somewhere just past puberty. I might be forty but I look sixteen. It was getting troublesome, especially at work. I might have to finally take Wes and Buffy up on their offers to be a Watcher, where my weirdness would be accepted. I wouldn’t mind that.