Circle of Sand
Prompt #10- Dreams
The city was red with fire, bloody flames staining rooftops and docks. Pain and fear were screams that rent the air and eviscerated the night. And she stood at the center, stakes and swords like so much kindling.
Seacouver was burning.
A slayer's home turning to smoke and ashes and dust and…
"Faith. Hey, baby. Wake up."
Her eyes snapped open to see a light dusting of freckles across a boyish face.
Wordlessly she pulled his face close to her own, eyes memorizing the details that would never change.
With his lips on hers, the taste of ashes turned sweet.