Title: Chain
Author: smolder
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss owns Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Walking Dead is by Robert Kirkmen. I repeat, I own nothing.
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Faith feels vaguely guilty (and guilt still feels like such a new thing for her. Something fresh yet already rusted - that is permanently linked to her forever) for the fact that she likes this life.
But hunting day and night, living just on the edge of being feral before skirting back with a smirk on your lips and a twist of your hips – well, Faith is quite familiar with that existence, has always played that game.
And now, now she is surrounded by others to live this life not only beside her but with her. Without judging her for it. People who trust and respect her completely - and God damn, when, can someone fuckin' tell her when, did that become so important to her?
She lays down her weapons within reach and curls up beside Willow when it is time to rest, burying her nose in familiar red hair. And it is hard for her to think about the past – before the world narrowed down to the hunt. Any bad feelings that had once existed between the two of them simply disappeared after they became each others' partners. You just can't have that when you are putting your life in that persons hands, the day in and day out reality of necessity and comfort simply over writes old hurts until they almost cease to exist.
Faith lives in the moment, she always has. Right now she will savor her full stomach and the warmth intertwined with her own. The feeling of the fire almost too hot at her back and the little movements that create a sea of background noise – the sense of family all around her. Soon she will have to get up for her turn on watch and tomorrow they will continue to hunt, going where it seems right – where the Slayer inside them lets them know is right.
And it all feels right to her.
Faith has to wonder when the guilt will stop feeling new.