So, this turned into something I wasn't expecting. And is too long for a comment.
This is a WWII AU where Buffy and Faith are WASPs (ie, female pilots ferrying planes and etc.)
Link: Knew You Were Mine When I Walked in the Room (http://lyssie.livejournal.com/1813742.html?style=mine)
Faith's always had an eye for the girls in uniform--the women who pilot planes, or drive ambulances, nurses, assistants, strategists, code-breakers (all the things a woman can do, but don't let the boys know, ladies). The ones who run to danger rather than away from it. Of course, most of the women who do those sorts of things don't put on their uniform for dances--makes it harder to spot them in amongst the civilian girls who are just there for a good time. But Faith's gotten good at recognizing that same drive in others. In the midst of the hall full of airmen and women, she can spot a woman who's danced with danger as easily as she can turn down yet another eager boy, too young to understand the impact of war. Not that Faith gives a crap about philosophy, but they're getting younger every month.
A blonde dances by in the arms of a dashing lad, and Faith can see the carefully-concealed boredom in her eyes from here. One side of her own mouth tips up, and she grabs the nearest young man, steering him into the dance quickly.
"May I cut in?" The question is polite and one of the phrases that no one ignores, even with the world at war. The airman (he looks barely old enough to drive, let alone kill someone), reluctantly agrees to change places.
Both lads are left in the dust with their mouths open in surprise when Faith's hands catch at the blonde's, and she dances her away with ease.
"Not quite what I expected," the blonde is looking more interested now, some of the boredom gone.
"I like keeping people on their toes," suggests Faith, her eyebrows raising in innocence.
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btvs - buffy/faith - a blur of dancehall hips, pretentious quips, a boxer's bob & weave.
Date: 2012-07-03 02:46 am (UTC)This is a WWII AU where Buffy and Faith are WASPs (ie, female pilots ferrying planes and etc.)
Link: Knew You Were Mine When I Walked in the Room (http://lyssie.livejournal.com/1813742.html?style=mine)
Faith's always had an eye for the girls in uniform--the women who pilot planes, or drive ambulances, nurses, assistants, strategists, code-breakers (all the things a woman can do, but don't let the boys know, ladies). The ones who run to danger rather than away from it. Of course, most of the women who do those sorts of things don't put on their uniform for dances--makes it harder to spot them in amongst the civilian girls who are just there for a good time. But Faith's gotten good at recognizing that same drive in others. In the midst of the hall full of airmen and women, she can spot a woman who's danced with danger as easily as she can turn down yet another eager boy, too young to understand the impact of war. Not that Faith gives a crap about philosophy, but they're getting younger every month.
A blonde dances by in the arms of a dashing lad, and Faith can see the carefully-concealed boredom in her eyes from here. One side of her own mouth tips up, and she grabs the nearest young man, steering him into the dance quickly.
"May I cut in?" The question is polite and one of the phrases that no one ignores, even with the world at war. The airman (he looks barely old enough to drive, let alone kill someone), reluctantly agrees to change places.
Both lads are left in the dust with their mouths open in surprise when Faith's hands catch at the blonde's, and she dances her away with ease.
"Not quite what I expected," the blonde is looking more interested now, some of the boredom gone.
"I like keeping people on their toes," suggests Faith, her eyebrows raising in innocence.