Angel
She walks in beauty…..
But she's more than that. She is so much more than beautiful. She burns with a glorious white hot intensity that brings me to my knees in awe. I never thought I would see an angel, much less hold her in my arms and kiss her.
Buffy is a paradox. She looks so delicate and dainty and soft. She is coy smiles and lowered lashes and frighteningly vulnerable at times. She once came to me crying after Xander called her a superhero and assumed she was invincible. I'm not a super hero she said just one girl in all the world. Other times I can see such pain in her eyes and I share her pain and feel it in my soul. She can break and the world jst keeps throwing things at her as if it hopes she will shatter.
But she's a fighter despite her weaknesses. She is strong. She is a predator, like myself. A hunter of hunters. A warrior goddess who is strong and capable, independent and fierce.
I love her.
I love every bit of her. I love her fully and completely because I know who she is better than any other person on the planet. Better than her friends, her ignorant mother, or even her Watcher. I know every inch of her glorious body. I know every facet of her incredible mind. I know her emotions. I know her dreams and fears and hopes.
I know her soul.
Her soul is what drew me to her. I know mine is what drew her to me. We are connected on levels that no one else can possibly understand though sometimes I wish that they would make more of an effort. Despite all the obstacles in our way and no matter what happens I will always love her. She is truly my soulmate.
Perfect but flawed. Delicate and deadly. Innocent and yet not. An angel whose wings are dipped in blood. A paradox.
My love and heart and soul
Mine.
Buffy.